For my last night in Salta, I had quite a good time. Dinner was a different mixture of rice and chicken and after we finished that, about 8 of us hung out in the hostel until around 2 or 3 am. Since Buenos Aires is the capital of Tango dancing, we figured we better get our skills up to par. So Robin, a guy from Amsterdam, pulled up a youtube video, we all grabbed a partner and taught ourselves the Tango, taking up the entirety of the entrance hall to our hostel. It was quite a scene.
There are so many Dutch travellers! And apparently Amsterdam is only a ´drug town´for tourists. The majority of the locals barely partake in any of it… supposedly.
Back at home, a lot of people comment on either the amount of food I can eat, or the fact that I will eat pretty much anything. Last night, the two men from Holland started talking about how they thought it was funny how much I enjoyed all the food in the hostel. Everyone kept complaining about dinner, ´oh the rice isn´t cooked well enough´. ´Ugh, the chicken is too chicken-y´. But I thought it was an absolute delicious feast. This morning at breakfast I was eating with another girl from the States, and right when I said to her, ¨Oh man I just love the breakfast here!!¨ I hear in a dutch accent, ¨of course you do¨. I look around to see my two friends from last night. They started laughing and sat down to eat with us. Hey, at least I´m not picky!
Today at 3:15 my bus to Iguazu Falls takes off. A grouling 20 or so hour bus trip. Luckily I have enjoyed most of the buses so far because simply looking at the scenery passing by is amazing.