Hostel Bolivar

We landed on time which was a result. We now faced the task of getting are self threw are first boarder crossing in South America which is always abit tense in a country where you don't fully understand the language. Even though I had nothing dogey on me I have one of those guilty looking faces even if I havnt done anything wrong. That said we were fine and I now had my first South American stamp, boom!

I was told that it was best to have US dollars because they are excepted everywhere. This is true but it makes life too complicated. Its hard to work out if your being ripped off because you get your change in pesos, local currency is always best.

We then got s taxi and were out in the open. The taxi driver found the hotel no problem. We dumped are bags and went to sniff out the town centre. We wondered around taking in the sights, broken up with a few beers obviously. We got some cheap nasty wine and went to drink back at the hotel.

The time out app for BA said bar milion was the best bar in town so wd head out to find it, to drunk and not realising how big BA is. As you can imagine this was a fail. So we settle for what ever we stumbled across and the night becomes a blur after that.

Day two in BA, hungover we hit a epic mission to find a Jumbo which is essential just a boring supermarket at 7am god knows why we ever thought this would be a good idea.

By the time we got there couldn't be bothered to look around. We did see some fantastic graffiti on the way and found a nice park to chill. In the evening we decided to stay around San Telmo where the hotel was. We met two America guys that seemed loaded. The one told us stories of his dad working on Will Smith and Charlie Sheens in LA where they lived, this was far from the world I was from so I found it interesting.

The second night turned out to be a lot more successful than the first, tomorrow we would move on to are first hostel.