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| So I am thinking I will be home over new years, like the 30th to the 3rd. It is all about hanging out. I assume my mom will try to do some family thing, but I am all about bro time with my bros. Keith's post on LJ a while ago about drinkin' beers and andre and getting drunk got me so pumped. I am just pumped superbigtyme.
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| So I am gonna be visiting a few places in New Orleans proper this weekend, looking at moving there and making the drive to Houma everyday for work. Houma kinda sucks, hoping NOLA would be better. We'll see. If I move there, y'all should visit some time. Hell you should still visit now. But it'll be awesome.
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| LOL, I just realized thanks to facebook that the last 2 girls I had sex with turned 20 today... HOORAY ME
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| So we took a night train out of Salta at like 10:30pm after my painfully amazing drinking time. They just tasted so good, I would love to drink them again on a regular basis, just not all at once. I would like to do the challenge again and go for the record as well. I am kinda competitive ya know.
Anyways so we got to the Argentina border at like 08:00am had to walk a long walk across town go through the border and such and then get into Argentina. On of the scottish guys had his bag jacked at the train station. It was amazing it must have been like 3-4 feet behind me and 2 other people when someone trying to book buses in Argentina for travelers tried selling us tickets and stuff. That sucks, felt kinda bad for him, but I personally never set my bags down whilst walking around and such to be sure they would be safe. After crossing the border it was another long day of bus rides to Salta to get there at like 6:30pm.
In Argentina they constantly stop the buses and make you all get out and routinely inspect luggage. It's really annoying but I suppose since they are the nice country with laws and it's pretty and all they have to keep drugs out from Bolivia. We even saw people shuffling things around and passing around obvious drugs to avoid it getting caught. It was honestly in brick form wrapped in trash bag plastic like you see in movies, it couldn't be more obvious. It was pretty funny.
Oh well so we all got into a couple rooms, showered up and headed out for some dinner. Argentina was rumored to have amazing steaks, and they really did. It was damn good. We ate so much. Then went to drinking.
I only stayed out until about midnight and left with a couple others. I was very tired as that train ride was the worst thing ever. I was literally crawling over sleeping people grabbing every water bottle we had in the group, I was so dehydrated. I really was excited about a regular bed too. So that left a group of 6 at the bar.
I got woken up to a couple guys coming into the room incredibly loudly. They were in a panic as they couldn't find the other guys who all left before them. They said that Tom had messed up his knee and leaving the bar they lost him and this other British guy. This worried me since Tom had torn his ACL about a month and a half before the trip and was waiting for surgery until afterward. They decided that they would go look for the guys and I would hold down base and we would call if we found anything. So they left and I went to go poop. Literally like 60seconds later they come running into the room screaming for me to come out and help them since 2 guys showed up at the hotel. I said I was pooping and would be there soon. This one guy opened the door and tried pulling me off the toilet butt ass naked. WOW, SRSLY. Drunk bastard. So I finish up pooping and head outside, this is when I see the light and realize it is 7:30am.
There is one guy just kinda mumbling and walking, more like drifting around. He was so drunk. The other guy was peeing through a fench across the street. The one who tried pulling me off the toilet was being loud and yelling at them to sleep. And the fourth guy, who was in general control of himself at least, was keeping a rough eye on them, and telling them to quiet down. Still no sign of Tom. The guy peeing is doing so next to a parking garage type thing where some girls were smoking a floor or so above him. They holler at him to stop, he immediately compliments one on how beautiful she is. She was fkn hot, can't blame the man, I wish I didn't lost the camera. So he climbs a fence and up a wall slightly to go talk to them. The guy who tried to pull me off the toilet climbs after him. The girls did think he was beautiful, but too big for the hot little chick. He was kinda playfully grabbing her arms and trying to dance and such. I was the one who could speak the best Spanish so I tried telling them that he just wanted to sleep with her and mess around. They didn't go for it. If I didn't have to find Tom I woulda listened to the Brit's advice: "I got one, you grab one, and get someone else to grab one, we all go home happy... Hurry up, tell ya what, you get one I get two and the others find Tom." I wish I had ideas like that.
The mumbly stumbly guy managed to make it to the bedroom before too long. After the girls left, we left the woman chaser to the drunk loud guy who said he would get them to sleep. Me and the not so bad guy went looking for Tom.
We got in a cab headed down to the bar area where we were the night before and began a sweeping motion back and forth on streets heading home. We didn't see him at all. As we got about 3-4 blocks from the hotel, we saw a police car and lights in front of it. God Damnit.
As we got about a block away we saw the loud guy and the brit in the back seat as it drove past us.
Literally the next car was Tom in a taxi, waving us down. We ran up and opened the door, "you following them?" "What, hey man. I'm so happy to see you, I've been so lost." "But the guys in the cop car?" "What, I just got here, I've been at a brothel all night, I couldn't find you guys." He apparently had the best night of his life with just the nicest girl that ever existed, he felt bad for half-wooding a hooker she was that nice and seemed horny. He really seemed to be in a great mood thou.
Anyway so we turned towards the hotel and saw the door broken, the window broken, a table flipped over, and a potted plant busted with dirt all over the place. Ugggghhhhhhh. As we walk through the door way the landlord lady comes up complaining in Spanish at us very fast and obviously flustered. I couldn't catch much but apparently the Brit went crazy and just smash a bunch of stuff as he exited the room, then jumped out the window, then tried to run from the police. We looked in the room to find mumbly stumbly with every single bed a mess. He proceeded to get up move to a different bed about every 10 minutes or so. He was also talking in his sleep, and never made recognition of us. I explained to the woman that I needed to find the status of the other guys and get money and tried saying that we would pay for the damages. Tom, the good Irishmen, and I head out to the police station.
We get to the police station where loud guy has an translator from tourist services and is apparently trying to negotiate paying for everything and not getting arrested but insists that they want nothing to do with gringos and no more white people there talking with them. He keeps waving his card saying he can charge 1000 euros and will happily use every one. They say the Brit is at the hospital.
We head to the hospital to find him in the corner with two police officers around him. He looked like proper shit, they had beat the fuck outta him. He wasn't saying anything at best he would make some noise without opening his mouth and shrug at the police. I asked the police if he could talk, they said he didn't want to. I told him he was allowed to talk, he still didn't give us anything. We asked if he wanted us to call anyone or anything. Finally about to give up he asks us to call his mom. I don't know why that would be a good idea, but luckly for him his phone had a keypad lock which he said it didn't and his passport had no emergency contact info, which he said it did. He said "she wont like this" and waved his hand around his face. Later he said he didnt remember any of that, he just remember vaguely Tom and two others coming and they looked like saviors, and everything good in the world. He also never remember anything about breaking the hotel.
We went back to the hotel where the landlord lady said the other two would be coming back and it was being settled and that we should pack up. I guess the loud Irish guy began crying after they said 2 weeks in jail for he and the Brit until she had pity on him/us. So they took the money and let us go. He also was talking about getting the embassy involved for beating the shit outta the Brit. Whatever it was they paid a fistful of money, and were told we needed to be on the next bus out of town. Which we had no complaints with because we needed to leave anyways.
We made it to the bus terminal, got the last 8 seats on a bus leaving at 2:30pm (the 6 of us and two others that had gone to sleep same as me but were in a different hotel so they didn't have to deal with all this like I did.) It was a long ride and we got to the Paraguay border at about 10:00am made it through, met up with some other adventurers from the trip for a big lunch then went to the airport to fly out at 6:00pm.
It was a rough end of the trip. (in reverse order)
Sleep on plane over night.
Sleep on bus overnight.
Sleep in hotel, get woken to deal with police and such.
Sleep on train after drinking challenge.
Sleep on bus after we all got loud rowdy and drunk
Sleep in awesome hostel.
Sleep on bus overnight.
Peru in shitty hostels and hotels, but they have beds.
Paraguay also has huge inflation, $10 is about 10,000 Paraguay dollars, and they have a lot of awesome casinos I guess. Apparently it's a big drug trafficing, and money laundering country so yea. I know guys were planning on going to a casino and literally dropping a million on black. I'm not a gambler but that would be fun to do. It also would have been fun to stay and see some of the surgery that we raised money for charity for, thanks for not donating btw.
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He is just so much like milleville
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