12.12.2013 - 17.12.2013 30 °C
First morning in Argentina. I love staying in hostels. I love meeting people from all over, I love how easy it can be to socialize (which is saying alot, because I don't like most people), I do NOT like the beds. I get up and stretch my back. I've always thought that yoga was for high neo-hippies (and my mother, apparently), but I give a few poses a whirl in an effort to get a few kinks out.
I go online and decide to get my Brazilian visa first, roll the dice and hope for Uruguay later. I head to the Brazilian Embassy to turn in my passport along with banking in info, proof of tickets in and out of the country. Every country has its own hoops you have to jump through. You can't even pay the fee at the embassy, you have to go to a bank around the corner, pay there, get a receipt and go back to the embassy with that. The air the embassy is stuffy and the lines are long. The lady at the kiosk sees me and ushers me over, takes the receipt and eeek, my passport. Always a hard thing to do. Feels wrong to the walking around a foreign country without it.
Later on, a few hostel peeps and I decide on a few sights in Buenos Aires.
Jet lag kills me.