Well, Uruguay did not exactly happen. The night before we were supposed to leave for Montevideo a group of Australians came to the hostel in Buenos Aires. They raved about a beach town 5 hours south of B.A. called Villa Gesell (pronounced Bee-ja He-cell). So, the Aussies I have been traveling with and I threw the Uruguay plans out the window and now find ourselves in the local beach that we did not even know existed called Villa Gesell.
My first over the top, crazy travel story on this trip happened on the way here. I am traveling with two Aussies, Benny Vears and Paul O’hanlon, aka as “Lava Lips”. While at the bus station in Buenos Aires Lava Lip’s backpack was stolen by two indigenousness women. We think they were Brazilian as they did not speak any Spanish but who knows. He set the pack down and the three of us became distracted buying bus tickets when they struck. Lava’s pack was extremely heavy, maybe 65 pounds. The two women–both small by comparison– had to work as a team to steal the pack. Due to the sheer weight they could not carry it individually. Each grabbed a backpack strap. Clearly something fishy was going on and the police nabbed them as they were trying to run out of the door. When Lava Lips found them in police custody he flipped his lid. He screamed at the top of his lungs in the bus terminal “amor en putas”. He though he was calling them thieves and bitches. The actual translation of what he was screaming repeatedly was”I love sluts!”. We did not realize until later why the passerbys in the terminal were laughing. What is the moral of this story? Do not leave your pack down unattended for even a second. The poverty down here is formidable. People are desperate.
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