Malbec and the Cliff of Doom in Argentina

So after sitting around listening in on the conversation Jordan and Eric were having with the German and Aussie about vegetarians (the German came to Argentina and doesn't eat meat - what a waste) and driving and teaching English they ran out of topics to discuss. It was then that Eric had the brilliant idea to go see the river on this overcast rainy afternoon. I guess you only live once so why not. We walked for a little bit til we got to the edge of the cliff. A few hundred feet below us was the street and boardwalk. How pretty. We were taking pictures when all of a sudden I turn around and the boys are gone. WTF! Then these two men tell me in Spanish that the boys had scaled down these treacherous stone wet steep stairs to get down to the street. Oh hell no! The men giggled and said it was ok. I said forget it and they laughed hysterically. Then I realized that the view down there was probably better so I put my camera in my pocket and started down. After not dying I looked back up and thought crap I'm gonna have to do that again later.

We walked for miles along the boardwalk all the way to the end before turning around. It was funny watching the teens trying to be cool as they hung out next to their cars blasting the radio and talking/strutting. I was more depressed that their cars were better than mine. We headed back with the intention of grabbing something to drink and maybe hitting up a club but most places were closed because of the gripe. Stupid swine flu and the overly paranoid Argentinians. We finally found a decent looking place that was empty and open so we grabbed a table. the boys ordered wine and I was so thirsty I ordered soda. After they went through two bottles of Malbec Cabernet I decided to join in on the fun. The wine was smooth and tasty with a hint of floral and dryness. The people of Argentina may have wine but could use a lesson in food. They made a quesadilla that resembled an enchilada and their lomito Arabe missed the mark. But the wine was awesome. 5 hrs later and multiple cheese fries and 6 bottles of wine we stumbled back to the hostel. I don't remember exactly how we made it back (I was later told that the tallest building in town is right next door and was our compass) much less how we made it up those stairs again but we did get back. The hostel was quiet and we watched Entourage. Eric threw up and Jordan popped advil and water and I stashed my stuff in such a good spot I had a hard time finding it this morning.

Today we are planning on leaving Argentina and stopping at Jesus's site. For the night since it's half way-ish between here and Asuncion. We were suppose to go to Paulettes site to check out how aoi poi is made and buy some but all the travel time has sucked away half our trip. Next time I come down here I am renting a car. It would be well worth the money.