Where all the girls are hot hot hot!
08.05.2008 - 10.05.2008 23 °C
We arrived in Rosario in late at night armed with only our backpacks and an address. We struggled to get directions because of our lack of the local lingo and the fact that some streets would come to an end and then start again somewhere else completely.
We finally arrived in the Cool Raul hostel knackered but we had saved about 70c on taxi fares. The Cool Raul hostel is basically the opposite of a Hostel International... aka it’s brilliant! Breakfast was served all day (although it was just dulce de leche caramel and bread) and checkout was at 2pm. The owner Omar, told us that the place is so laid back that they didn't have a checkout before. But recently they had to get one because of people arriving at all hours trying to check in... like us!
We hit the town straight away, but we were wrecked from the traveling and we really weren't feeling it. We went to the nearest bar to have a couple of cocktails and randomly found Dave and Adam, our friends from Buenos Aires. After getting all liquored up we when to a night club. Dave and Adam tried to spice things up by getting us to go mental for no reason what-so-ever in the club. Adam said we should all jump up on 3 and just start celebrating, but little did we know that Adam was going to count a little differently. We all got ready to jump after 3 until Adam's musical influence kicked in and he shouted "1...2...ah 1, 2, 3". And somehow this just made Derek get sick. By the end of the night, we were well on our way and the fun started. After chatting to the whole night club, we had been invited to 2 dinners and offered a lift to the next late night bar.
We piled into an old Peugeot 405, two in the front and about six or seven in back, and the Latin music started blaring. Tilly was hanging out one window and Conor out the other with various people popping out the sun roof. I'm pretty sure the driver even popped his head out the sun roof... by the way, I doubt he was in the least bit sober, but "when in Rome..."
When we finally got to this Latin music bar Conor found himself infatuated with this fat Argentinean guy. The night ended with this small bull dog of a man swinging Conor around the bar like a yoyo as Conor tried to kiss his bald stumpy head.
We managed to get up at a reasonable time the next day and do some touristy stuff. We followed the Lonely Planet like a bible only to find out the main attraction, the Natural History Museum, had been burnt down last year! As we headed down town we did get to see some live salsa dancing and the massive monument where the Argentinean flag was first raised after their independence from Spain. We then enjoyed some alfresco cocktails before heading to McDonalds, where Conor ruined the place.
We ordered four large meals and as I went to find a place for us to sit, Conor grabbed the tray with four large cokes and what ever move he made, he somehow dropped the tray as he turned around. Four litres of coke splashed to the ground soaking Conor in the process. Needless to say, we were in stitches watching as Conor just stood there flabbergasted. Half of the restaurant was flooded with coke with the employees struggling to find a way to clean up the lake of coke. In fairness to Conor, he did manage to get another 4 cokes free of charge but they were carried to the table one by one.
After yet another fantastic steak dinner at a local restaurant, the Hostel owner Omar wanted to take us out for a real night out in Rosario. This seemed to be his thing, he did this every night we were there and he seemed to be the most popular guy in the city. Every club he took us to was brilliant... full of the most beautiful women in the world, who could speak English and loved the Irish... well... as long as we weren't English or American they’d be happy. The Falkland Islands still seems to be a bit of a sensitive issue and the Americans are not liked anywhere in South America.
Omar would also photocopy everyone’s passport because they would have to bring them out and even photoshop them when we were going to night clubs that were over 25s. Although, when we got to the over 25 club, it was hard to find a girl who was actually over 25. Adam ended up in the night clubs swimming pool by the end of the night... yea that’s right, the night club had a frickin' swimming pool in it!
During our days we found our way to Che Guevare's first home. The building isn’t open to the public as it is still just a residential building, but we managed to sneak in as somebody who lived in the building let us in. We went up the fancy elevator to his front door. It was really exciting playing in the lift and sneaking in but it wasn't not really interesting, I mean, it’s just a door really.
We visited a memorial dedicated to Che and learnt a bit more about the man, which got us thinking. This happened around the time Bertie was stepping down and the Irish economy was beginning to turn for the worst... so... what if... Ireland had a South American style military coup with Willy O'Dea as our dictator. But alas, Willy didn't have the balls to send the Irish army in to raid the Dail.
Once again, we found that the Argentineans refused to put their hands in the air when dancing. So if we got lost we'd find each other by simply putting our hands in the air like we just don't care. Most of the night clubs would also have a couple of different areas playing different kind of music. Now, I don't know if I mentioned this before but there is more 80s music in South America than there was in the 80s and we were always to be found dancing on the ceiling with Lionel Richie. Earlier we had decided to book our sky dive for the next day. Unfortunately we would have to get up at 8am to go sky diving. Omar was once again taking us out, so he promised us he'd wake us up the next mourning for the sky dive or he'd pay the deposit for us.
So, that night Omar took us out on a drinking dancing whirlwind tour of the hottest spots of Rosario, but this time his girlfriend appeared to be someone else! He relieved to us that he has a couple of girlfriends who know that he doesn't want to commit to anything and they know about each other but they are cool about it... the man is a god, did I mention that his girlfriends were beautiful, each one hotter than the last... I'm talking Jasmine for Aladdin hot! Derek fell in love with his "number 1" girl who also seemed to have a soft spot for our Derek too. Although it was Omar who brought her home that night, it was Derek who took home her hat... and a lifetime worth of memories. We stumbled out of the club and hit another "after club…club" which didn't close until about 6am... which was a bit early compared to the other nights out in Rosario but we did have an early start in the morning. The lads arrived back in hostel full of divilment and after Conor and Derek had a little wrestle they fell asleep at about 7.00am. Jack hit the hay once he came in the door and Tilly finally ran out of steam at 7.30am after trying everyone in the world. Now Omar had earlier promised to wake us up for our sky dive at 8am and his eye lids were getting very heavy as he sat slowly nodding to sleep beside Ian's unconscious corpse...
Would Omar wake us up in time? Would the lads miss their sky dive? Would Derek ruin his friendship with Omar and try one of his "women"? Would Tilly stop farting? Would Omar have to pay the lads deposit on the sky dive?
Find out next time on Tilly, Conor, Derek & Jacks World Tour!
“¿Hablo espanyol?” a local Argentinean guy…“No hablo espanyol, but I f#%k like a horse” – Ian’s response after learning this saying from Jorge… he wasn’t meant to say it to a guy.
“So you can check-in downstairs in a while” Omar showing us around the hostel… and about 10 minutes later, Conor asks… “So what did you say about chicken?”
“I’m getting… I’m getting… drunk!” – Tilly after tasting every new bottle of wine we bought.
“If I chat up guys they wont score me” – Another classic quote from Conor.
“Tá bhuil turn a blind eye” – Jack struggling to speak Irish so other people wouldn’t know what he was saying… they knew exactly what he was saying.
“Missing and presumed sexy” – Derek’s status report on Tilly’s whereabouts.