Mike Tyson´s a nice guy right?
976, Hipólito Yrigoyen, Montserrat, Buenos Aires, Argentina
Waking up at the (up until now not seen in milhouse) time of 8 o'clock I packed the last few things into my bag, had a shower and headed down to the milhouse breakfast for the first time. Pretty disappointing, a broad selection of cornflakes and white rolls. Trusting that the milk was gunna be rank I stuck to bread and we headed out for what should have been the last 2 missions of BsAs. Firstly, locate the bus stop... Easy! To the strip, turn right and walk about 12 block. Half hour walk max. Secondly, get some dollars for the new hostel and Uruguayan pesos for the taxi etc. This task turned out to be less simple than the previous. Turns out a new law came in where by if a tourist wants to change pesos into another currency they need proof that they changed the same currency into pesos within Argentina. Obviously our lack of Spanish really helped us here and when this law was explained to us we would still try our luck at another exchange. After traveling half the city and visiting numerous other banks and exchanges suggested to us by the hostel we decide to give up the ghost and catch the boat with the 700 Argentinan pesos and hope for the best. A 45 minute bus ride and we arrive in tigra greeted with a massive queue for the ferry. Waiting in the queue in the blistering heat a man casually walks up to us and asks if we need an exchange. We say yes, hand over our money and receive Uruguayan pesos in return. Easy as that. The moral of the story... If at first u don't succeed, chill out an wait for a dodgy guy to help u out. Anyways, we get in and everything goes smoothly. Obviously a customs officer with a machine gun and sniffer dog makes anyone even without anything to hide a little nervous but I got the green light and boarded the boat. The boat ride and remanding bus journey all went smoothly which took us to about midnight. Grabbing our bags and jumping in a taxi we hand over the address and on our way. First impressions look run down and grey. It takes about 15 minutes before we pull up to the hostel. Ringing the buzzer we're greeted by a young looking Mike Tyson looking bloke. Speaking no English we hand over our money and after going in several rooms as he clearly had no idea where we we're sleeping we come to a double bedroom. Yea, whatever mate, we'll sleep here it's fine, just don't kick the s*** out of us and steel our stuff. He disappears for a while and returns with a Russian mafia looking bloke... Obviously! They have a chat and again disappear we assume they'll be coming back with the machete they actually return with an additional single bed, sheets and pillows. Don't judge a book by the cover comes to mind but they still look hella dodgy. They go, we lock the room and go to sleep hoping to wake up with our kidneys!