Ummm...Rio to Buenos Aires

HEY!! I am NOT homesick!!! Not saying it wouldnt be nice to be home but, I can handle myself down here. And, yes, I AM the shit everywhere I go (in Rio), but Im sure you would be too since youre white and have blue eyes.

Anyways, I ended up not being able to go hangliding, even though the rain let up so the most annoying thing (other than not being able to go) was the fact that I had deliberatley taken out enough money to get through my last 4 days in Brazil and end up with relatively nothing by the time I hit the airport. But not going mean I had 240 Reals burning a hole in my pocket. Now I know I could have just gotten it changed into pesos when I got Argentina, but I decided it would be much more fun (and time consuming) to buy a nice outfit. I felt a bit like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman walking into all these posh stores looking like a grungy traveller.All the saleswomen looked at me like ´what are you doing in here, theres no way you can afford this place´ even though I could. I finally found this funky shop called OH BOY and the girl was really nice, she spoke a little english and she just kept bringing me dresses to try on. I tried some jeans too, but since all the sizing is different down here I really didnt have the patience to try and figure out my SA pant size. And plus, dresses are much more fun. They were having a 50% off sale, so I ended up getting 2. And I love them! Anyways, since the only things playing at the movie theatre were Pirates and Superman,I spent the rest of the night packing (my bag is SO heavy now) and hanging out with Bruno, the guy who works there playing pool and watching...the OC.

The next morning I had to get up early and leave for the airport at 530. I had a terrible sleep and felt nautious all the next day. I have a bad sore throat...I think Im getting sick. I was a bit nervous because this was my first flight down here without Melanie telling me what to do, and airports are crazy enough without everyone speaking Portugeese. So I left for a 9 Am flight at 530 and was ready to board the plane by...615. Meaning I had a lot of time to waste in the airport and you can only eat breakfast and browse in the duty free shops for so long. They didnt even put my bags through customs when I arrived in Argentina, which I found weird? The flight was fine and I got to my hostel around 4 pm. Its okay, theres a bar/resteraunt on the main floor. But Im sharing with 7 other people (mostly guys) and the bathroom doors dont close completely and one of the guys warned me to lock up my valuables because some stuff got stolen outta the room last week. I sat at the reception for like half an hour asking the guy what there is to do here, and theres some stuff, but its quite expensive. This city is going to break me! Im coming home broke, which is odd because in Lonely Planet it said that BA was cheap, but not so my friends. There posh resteraunts and cafes everywhere. Every where serves wine and coffee, thats like all you can get, and the streets are really pretty as well, very European. The guy told me to go for a quick walk to the main square but from there I walked to the main street, where theres this huge obelisk in the middle and the whole place reminded me of Times Square. anyways, I ended up walking around for hours looking at shops and stuff and didnt get back to the hostel till around 9.
Today I walked around some more and tonight Im going to see a tango show. Youre supposed to dress up so its a good thing I bought some dresses, although I only have flipflops to wear on my feet and a fleece for a jacket. But what do they expect from travellers, really?