Waking up at the (up until now not seen in milhouse) time of 8 o'clock I packed the last few things into my bag, had a shower and headed down to the milhouse breakfast for the first time. Pretty disappointing, a broad selection of cornflakes and white rolls. Trusting that the milk was gunna be rank I stuck to bread and we headed out for what should have been the last 2 missions of BsAs. Firstly, locate the bus stop... Easy! To the strip, turn right and walk about...

Wake up fresh at about 11am. We go down for about midday to catch the first of the games of football. Milled around until the second game of football. At this point there is absolutely no motivation to even leave the hostel. Bored of the city so kinda just sit around chatting all day. Second game finally comes on and finishes and manages to drag out another day. The football takes us nicely into happy hour where we all sit down and start the night. It's already b...

Merry Christmas or should i say Messy Christmas! Wake up not feeling Christmasy at all. Not because of the party the night before, more because of the lack of decorations, family and atmosphere. Spent the first few hours of the day skyping the fam which doesn't help the feeling. For the first time, feeling abit homesick, fed up of BsAs too. 2 weeks would of easily been enough but we're here now and gotta get over it. After the skyping we have our Christmas dinner...

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So after a bit of trekking and a few more bad hotels we head back to hotel bolivar tempted to check in there for the ease. Spotting a hostel, the ayres only a block away we head in to see what it's like. It's nice, a little quiet but the rooms are clean, the staff are friendly and for little extra the breakfast is included. So we go for it, trekking back to the sol and telling them in our best broken Spanish that we're leaving with a little pleasure in the proces...