Rosario is a small town, populated mainly by students. We headed towards the flag monument where the first flag of Argentina was raised. There were marbles statues stood in shall water, an eternal flame flickering behind columns and a large tower. We had a look around and took some pictures before heading to other sights. An art house was closed so we wandered around the docks and by the brown river. Rosario was the town where Che Guevara lived for the first years of his life. We visited his first house which was hidden behind scaffolding and looked at a mural of him painted in a small park. Simon also went on a mission of a walk to see a Che Guevara statue whilst I went to check out some other museums.

On our first night we enjoyed a few drinks with our tea and began talking to a Brazilian guy and a lass from New Zealand. They were really friendly and we ended up going out to a bar to meet a friend of hers. The bar couldn't fit anymore people inside, and despite not being on the guest list, we were let in. We squeezed past Argentinians laughing at their sparkly gold pattern leggings and Deidre fashion glasses. It was so bizarre and we completely stood out. After a few beers we had done enough people watching so decided to head home. There wasn't an awful lot to do in Rosario but it was a nice place to stroll round. We enjoyed a lie in before wandering round the streets and plaza. It was a chilled but nice day spent in the sun. Back at the hostel our friend who had taken us to the club told Simon about how her date proposed to her the previous night on one of their first dates with a beaded ring. Simon wasn't entirely sure if she was kidding, but congratulated her and tried to keep a straight face. On our last night we went to the International Food Festival. By the docks, numerous markees were set up selling food from all over the world including Germany, Israel, Brazil, Spain and Russia. It smelt amazing! We wandered about watching performances from the various countries and eyeing up the food. Simon munched on a kebab and I had a chicken skewer. Although there was no English van selling us real cadburys and marmite, we found an Irish stand selling a few dishes. I didn't think Irish food in Argentina would be anywhere near authentic but I couldn't help but sample the baileys cheesecake! Mmmmm. The place was filled with people, and the town was also busy until quite late. As we walked home we passed the monument lit up with the Argentinean flag.