Waiting for My Man

Good Friday 2 April
Florianopolis – Porto Allegre, Brazil – Buenos Aires, Argentina

Over the past few days we had been trying to arrange the rental of an apartment in BA to stay in. Alain had been doing all of the work which was very generous of him. However for some reason we hadn’t managed to get final confirmation of the place that we had booked before we left. It probably didn’t help that it was Easter weekend.

We caught the flight to Porto Allegre with Aaron, an American guy from the hostel that lives in BA and works with the infamous BA pub crawl organisation. We would be making use of his connection soon enough.

At Porto Allegre Alain and Ryan bought Havaiana socks. Yes, that’s right, socks for flip flops. They looked like pederasts.

We arrived at BA in anticipation of our apartment having magically been confirmed and that there would be someone waiting for us. Unfortunately, there wasn’t, so it was plan B. A hostel.

We went to a place called Pax that Alain and Ryan had stayed at before. It was a bit cramped and smelly but it did for one night. We went out and met up with Justin, an English guy from the hostel and some American people he knew. It was a notable clash of cultures with the Americans artistic and pretentious and the rest of us, well, sports fans. I felt like I should be a translator.

We went out in Palermo to a bar called Sugar which was good fun though I was tired as fuck. We had some fun and then went home.