for a Boca Juniors game this was the next best thing. So in good traveller form we pushed through the obstacles to get ourselves to the game. As we got off the bus amongst the now increasingly rowdy crowd, there was definitely excitement in the air. I held Jane close as we headed to the stadium, then into the crowd as we pushed through to the ticket booth. As we get closer I notice we don't have sufficient cash so we decide to head back to find an ATM. One block away I notice something is missing. Yup, you got it - Wallet gone! From the front pocket of my jeans! Can't help but think those friendly old men who helped into the crowd might now have had ulterior motives but apparently this is old news in South America and no one is really that surprised. We spend the next few hours stuck in MacDonalds free wifi zone canceling cards. Back at the hostel we are quickly cheered up by a young couple from France Juliet & Yohan who invite us to join them in a few drinks at a local Columbian bar with hostel hosts Bruno from Mexico and his Columbian compadre. We decide it might be what we need so we go for it. WHAT FUN! These Latinos know how to party! We find ourselves shaking our hips and kicking our feet as we are flung around by our Latinos hosts and their ladies. Definitely the best way to turn the night around as we eventually hit our beds at 6.30am. A typical hour for a night out in BA apparently.
The next morning we push ourselves through our hangovers and lack of sleep to race down to the colourful suburb of La Boca, Maradonnas' home turf, before jumping in a cab to the airport. Sleep deprived and headaches pumping it's adios Argentina and hello Chile!
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