Where to start on the last week? Had a few non eventful nights out in Palermo/Plaza Serrano, been teaching at the school(mainly prepping the older kids for their english high school entrance exams which is really fun). We had a group day out to the horse racing at the Hippodromo Argentino which, despite a few loses, saw me walk away with over 60 pesos...numero siete, what a horse! That night Me, Sam, Jamie, Henry, Julian, Will and Pedro went to San Telmo last sunday and had the, without doubt, greatest steak of all time. Prime Argentine steak in mostaza sauce with papas espanyol, a litre of beer, a fernet and coke(an aquired taste...a bit like mouthwash) and desert all for 100 pesos! The weekend just finished was insane, a definate contender for best weekend of my life thus far. Friday night we went for Mexican food and then to the Alamo sports bar to watch the Aussie Rules Grand Final. A sport which I have never really watched before yet got very, very into! After a few rousing choruses of Waltzing Matilda(mainly led by Henry), many pitchers of beer and a massive come back from St Kilda against Collingwood the game ended in a draw(only the 2nd time in grand final history according to sam), lets just say the entire house was suffering the next day. Then came saturday night/sunday morning...Henry and I cooked up a seriously good steak dinner to start the night. At around 1am we all headed to Pacha, a club on the edge of the Rio Plata with a roof terrace, outdoor dance floor and many indoor bars/dancefloors. The free entry was also a pleasant surprise! The party continued there until the sun was high in the sky(8am), watching the sunrise over the river on the terrace with some massive sound system blasting some serious music was a crazy experience. After the club shut at 8 the surviving few: Me, Sam, Henry, Jamie, Amy, Ali and Julian managed to find a mountain to climb and get some cool photos and just chill by the river for a wee while. Then a taxi back to the 24 hour pizza restaurant next to the house before hitting the hay at 9am. Julian then rudely awoke our room at midday to remind us we needed to go buy tickets for the River Plate game that evening. We arrived early at around 2 for a 5pm KO, bought good seats for 70 pesos and then had some lunch...later to discover the game didnt actually kick off until 8:30 pm. The game itself was mental, everything about argentine football that you've heard is true. River could have scored 8 or 9 but were only 1-0 up in the 89th minute...que an equaliser for Quilmes(they looked like they would struggle in the SPL up until this point). After all this I really need my bed as i'm doing a literature festival at school tomorrow which should be fun...Ciao!