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...but we shouldn't have been.
Our bus driver was obviously just as keen to get to Cordoba for new years so was not impressed when Hamsah left the bus and went in search of more sanitary toilets when the bus stopped to pick up more passengers half way. Fortunately Dean's standing in the doorway and shouting in his best Spanish 'my wife is a toilet' confused the bus driver for long enough to allow Hamsah to do her thang and get back on the bus.
We arrived at 9pm to find the streets of Cordoba deserted, except for several police persons with standard issue white 'Cordoba Police' gym socks and a gaggle of stray dogs. We asked person after person to direct us to an eatery that would be open but after wandering the streets for over an hour, we had only found 2 places that were open, each charging well over $100 for a new years eve set menu. We were on the brink of resigning ourselves to dining porridge and tinned tuna when we finally found the Breacon where we had a delicious meal at a more reasonable price.
But Cordoba wasn't done with us yet. When we left the restaurant in the earky hours of the new year with no map and no idea how to get back to our hostel, the thunderstorms arrived and the streetlights went out. We were very happy to finally arrive back at the hostel an hour later dripping wet.
The rest of our time in Cordoba was marked by extreme heat- up to 37 degrees with very high humidity which made Dean's hair frizzy and drove us indoors to the big air conditioned malls, movie theatres and Helados Gridos - our ice cream parlour of choice.
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