Rainy day

Serves me right, complain about the heat and the sun enough...and you'll get rain. It's comming down hard today so we're still huddling inside the hostel, hoping it will stop soon so we can go out and explore the city. Yesterday we went to the beach, or what they call a beach. I'd call it a small stream with lots of people (and very little swim wear) in it. It was like MTV spring break, what you see on TV with people in itsy bitsy thong bikinis, drinking drinks out of melons and pineaples, singing, dancing and shaking their stuff. We felt slightly out of place...our butt cheaks all hidden, but the water did cool us off, which was the most important thing, I guess.

Going out there though, we passed a much smaller town, Carlos Paz. It's close to the water, has tons of restaurants and hotels and is just a cute little beach town, so we booked a hotel out there for two nights starting tomorrow. We had already payed for two nights here in Còrdoba, otherwise we would have left already. This hostel is allright, but the whole hostel thing is out of control in South America. Everywhere we go, the hostels are more expensive than the small, local hotels which are not in the guidebook or online. So from now on, we're going with the small hotels. That or couch surfing, which hasn't happened yet, but we may have a lead now.