Guest/staff = perfect combo

OK, so I was meant to leave yesterday. But I didn´t. Here they would call that "pajedo" - lazy - but it is entirely true. After waking up next to hot new boy from work and trying a couple of times to unsuccessfully leave his room (with an untimely entrance from an ex-girlfriend halfway through an inappropriate scene), I strolled to the bus stop and headed back to my house. There I hung out with L and A, the latter who had an ambulance called on her after she called in sick to work. Turns out she just slept in and couldn´t be assed to go in. Too funny.

Me and L fully planned on going to the centre to get my bus ticket for that evening, I even packed my bags (mostly) and washed my hair (efffffort), but then we had a smoke and all hope dissolved swiftly into the cloud of smoke that hung around us. Que paja.

We ended up actually making it to the hostel pool, after a massive stoner trek 2 blocks to the minimercado store for some lunch, and hung about with J who again was staying here another night. Had a good laugh about that together. I got the rest of my pay, much more than I was hoping for, so that put a smile on my face. And no deductions for house cleaning or bar till corrections. Woot!

It was so much fun not working, me and J said we felt like guests there except with staff prices haha... played some ball in the pool, I flailed about trying not to get my new tattoo wet (ahh, mi nuca!!) and tried to bargain with the cooks to give us free food on our days off. Because technically I was on my franco (day off) but had also quit. Also not successful.

Had a quiet word with new boy and it was on again for tonight. He had kept his promise to clean his sheets so bada boom bada bang... come 11pm and we were outta there. Albeit a little obviously, given several of us shared the bus and I didn´t get off with the rest at my house. Ahh, I am having "final night drinks" in town as E looked awkwardly out the window... ahh fuck it, I´m leaving anyway.

I WILL leave tomorrow.

Hello to the new, goodbye to the old...

I have a new camera. About friggin time I say. It involved illegal border crossings - as I technically needed a visa as an Australian to enter Paraguay - but this proved to be no problem. After a bus ride into Brazil and through to the Paraguaian border, we hopped off and walked the rest of the way. So I just joined in a group of other South American-looking people and tried my hardest not to look Australian as we crossed countries halfawy across the bridge (well, there`s nothing much I can do about that really, but I tried).

We had P from Hostel Inn with us - fluent in Spanish, Portuguese and English - so that helped a little with the bargaining. After the non-eventful border crossing (literally, "border control" is just a shed with a bunch of non-manned posts and some lazy-looking policeman standing around talking underneath), we dodged through the crazy traffic to the shopping centres parading electronics everywhere. My poor, flip-flop clad feet have never felt so exposed in my life. Ahh, watch that tyre mister!!

J was in a shit mood because he`d been charged 300 pesos to get OUT of Argentina, as he over-stayed his visa waiting for a replacement passport for the one that had been stolen (shit situation) in Buenos Aires. And I was getting annoyed asking the same question about cameras and getting basically the same answer from everyone. Eventually I settled on one, a Kodak which seemed to have some good features (including panorama - like a CHILD I am so excited!!) but of course as soon as I bought it, the next shop offered a cheaper price. Pelotudos.

It´s basically the same price in Oz but I don´t care, I have a new camera and I wasn´t thrown in the slammer for defying visa laws. Had a moment crossing back into Argentina where I thought I would be held for being Israeli (I swear, how does "Australia" sound like Israel??) but otherwise all was good. And I have a new camera. Oh how good that feels.

Got to work with perfect timing and proceeded to do fuck all all day... took some pretty sweet panoramic pictures with my new feature-packed camera though. Like children, we were well amused with the fact we could take a 3-photo panoramic with the same person in each shot, like they were 3 places at once. Wow! Amazing. Technology these days.

At work, the new guy continued to make eyes at me and once I hit full frontal flirting mode I knew I was in. Dang, he be a fine piece of ass. Spent 10 years in America too, so could speak perfect English (albeit with a kinda funny Mexican twang). Used to be in some East Side gang, though, so I guess it is a good thing I am only staying a short time here. Can tell I could possibly get tangled into a mess I didn´t need there...

The boss told me she actually did ring the hostel in BA and ask about work for me, and the boss down there said to just come by and speak to him when I get into town. Sweetness in a jar. So I haven´t booked anywhere to stay, just hoping he says yes and I can just stay there. Heard the new manager is actually a girl from here, so hopefully that will also help my chances.

So back to the new boy. A few fair of the crew came back to the hostel after work to drink with me and J, who was also still here after meaning to leave the day before, and after a fumar especial, they left and I scooted off with the new boy to firstly walk then get a cab (at my insistence haha...I´m wicked and I´m laaaaaazy). So cute, the hostel dog - who now comes to her name Freida and loves me lots - tried to hobble along on her 3 good legs after us. My heart melts.

Good times lay ahead of me at new boy´s casa... finally, a private room!!!