Got a long bus ride back to Mendoza from Santiago, so thought I'd take the opportunity to catch up on my blog a little...
So friday was pretty much spent recovering from the night before and enjoying the lie in due to the school being shut. Richard and I cooked a bit of a late lunch of steak, chips and criolla(a delicious sauce they have here which consists of chopped peppers, onions, tomatoes, garlic and parsley in vinegar and oil) and then went to hang out at Agus's.
Saturday started off pretty slowly and looked likely to be a bit of a nonevent at one stage, but it turned out to be a bit of a slow burner! We were hanging out at the Bourguine's and Richard and Ashley were talking about what to do to celebrate Independence Day and Simon suggested buying fireworks and letting them off on the beach. The firework shop turned out to be shut, but we decided to do a bit of a driving tour of Mar del Plata taking in the poorer areas, the *famous* architectural piece(who knows why!) and Simon's favourite chillout spot on the coast. Marcela, the eccentric owner of Holy Trinity School, had invited us over to discuss what we were going to do for the rest of our stay in Argentina. So over some wine and nibbles we discussed what we should do to fill the time now that school was finished. After about a million changes and permutations we decided to leave for Mendoza the following day and then head on to Chile after that. All of this went on so long that we ended up staying for dinner and Marcela ordered empanadas. More wine followed and when we finally got round to leave it was nearing midnight and we decided to head out to a bar. We ended up at Kerry Keel the local "Irish" bar, which is a nice place to have a drink or two and also we know the owner Yeti, who coaches rugby at the school. As it turned out it was one of very few bars which were actually open in MDP due to the swine flu. Just as it looked like it was going to be a quiet one in walked Alan with some of his work mates and things picked up significantly! We got a table upstairs and the spanglish started flowing! Then as the camera was being passed around we lined up a picture of Ashley and one of the boys some of the others were egging her on to "dale un besito" or give him a little kiss, well lets just say there was nothing little about the ensuing kiss, which seemed to last the rest of the evening!
The following morning I dragged myself out of bed to catch the last Lions game and also to get my stuff ready for my lunchtime bus. After being told umpteen times by Marcela to bring Ashley back in one piece, she's a princess apparently, we hopped on the bus which would be home for the next 18 hours. The bus ride, although extremely comfortable, could best be described as hundreds of miles of cows and not much else!