Montevideo...inside and out

So where was I... oh yeah, back in the first stop-off of Montevideo in Uruguay... I woke up after another restless sleep in a new bed, but full of happiness because I had had a lovely night with my new Couchsurfing host. He had cooked me dinner, bought some wine and we smoked a spliff together while the still-warm autumn night air breezed through the 9-storey apartment balcony door.

As well as this, he is a travel agent so he organised a city tour for me completely gratis so I had that to look forward to. At his suggestion, I took a shorter-than-expected stroll around the costline of Montevideo... I know this city is smaller but it still takes me by surprise when I look at a map and then actually walk the distance. So small! Apparently there is just 3m people in this country, over half of which live in this city. Crazy!

Before the city tour, I went to R's work and met him for lunch. It was a beautiful day, so we went to a small park nearby and had NOT EMPANADAS. I have put myself on a short-term ban from those little packets of fatty goodness. Oh, how I crave one now!! But now. Must resist...

The city tour was, uh, interesting... not sure how many of you have been on a city tour through a city that doesn't really have that much to offer, but if you can imagine this, you understand why I fell asleep on the little bus more than once. I was sitting next to an American-born man who lives in Australia, and he was also kinda annoying, so I guess that lulled me into sleep quicker than bus rides usually do for me. Nevertheless, it was on a bus - hence no walking - and it was free, so I remained happy.

I had called another CS guy - the one I originally was meant to stay with but didn't due to miscommunication - to meet up for a coffee since we failed to meet through my couchsurfing at his, and he eventually called back and organised to meet me after the tour. He was nice, but a little eager to please, and so I called it a night after (he paid for) dinner, knowing that R and his friend were back at his watching the big football (soccer) match for the local team, and I would much prefer his company.

Back at the ranch, I walked in on the guys screaming at the TV and quietly retired to the corner to play with the computer and steal glances at the game. They were nice enuf to chat with me, though, mostly in Spanish when I could understand them but to be honest, they are as bad as Buenos Aires when they talk. Urgh, almost impossible to decipher sometimes!! What happened to your vowels, people?? Pronounciation?? Anything ringing bells here??

After the game - a winner for them, by the way - we were in high spirits and kept drinking, and of course I ended up being YouTube DJ again, showing them some of Australia's good'uns (some of which they already loved... Architecture in Helsinki, Cut Copy.. que al azar!!)...then R popped off to bed and it was just me and his friend.

I had already spotted the big wallpaper pic of his friend's girlfriend on his computer, so I thought he wouldn't try anything but... then we were sitting by the computer looking at YouTube - which I had slowed to Pink Floyd so I wouldn't have to dance too close with him anymore - and he took that opportunity to start stroking my leg. Hmmm. Yawn...suddenly I am TIRED, would you believe?! Buenas noches! See you LATER.

Losing my mind...losing everything

With my recent spate of losing...uhh, just about everything... I really was not in high spirits when I woke up yesterday to find I'd completely forgotten about the 100 peso note I had hidden in my bra when I had flung it off before clambering into bed the night before.

After completely up-ending my backpack, oh the joys of doing that, and finding nothing, I tramped downstairs in a bit of a shitter trying to calculate how many days it could be before I could leave and try to salvage any other item of semi-value from being lost to the bowels of Buenos Aires. This was around the same time I realised in my lost purse was not only my iPod Shuffle but my favourite necklace I got from dad a while back, and some earrings I bought in Serbia. Damn fucking useless bitch I am.

At reception, I ran into the English girls who I thought had left when I was sleeping, and told them about my money problem. They said, ¨Ahh that must be where that extra cash came from that we found¨ and gave me back my 100. Well, I hope it was my 100... otherwise I just blatantly took their money off them for my mistake. Anyway, they insisted so...

The night before I had gotten quite drunk, partying at the hostel bar with insanely cheap drinks and a decent crowd of friends from the cute little skatey receiptionist from the other hostel before heading to a nearby club that actually turned out to be the same one from a few nights earlier that wasn't that full.

Well, tonight it was full, and when me and F - old manager from Iguazu - walked in and told them we work with the hostels, we were given a free welcome drink and free entry. So that was the only drink I got there, prices are just too high and I was drunk enuf TBH... But we had a good dance.

So the skatey boy. I did develop somewhat of a crush on the boy, and boy I say because he does look about 17 even thought he is 23 - what is with me and young boys??? - and I was getting some signs, but then got a little confused... so in typical me style, I just put it out there and asked at one point, 'so do you like me or not?' to which he replied 'yes...but I have a girlfriend'. Motherfucker.

Him being drunk - and a guy - basically said, 'Well so what' to which I had to explain the foundations of a relationship with him. Not that I can be all high n mighty here, but I felt his gf at least deserved him trying to understand what mutual respect is about. After I finished, and he realised he shouldn't be quite so flippant - god, am I getting RESPONSIBLE in my old age??? - he said I was even more amazing because I just did that. Ahhh, tis tough to be me sometimes haha...

So that was that with the skatey. Yet another lovely little skater to cross off my list. Sigh. It will happen. One day. Pretty sure I kissed the photographer though, and basically had an open invitation from my former work colleague (lesbian), but I ended up in bed alone. Wasn't really in the mood, to be fair. Sometimes it feels good to have your own bed.