Jan-2014
Porteñol at the Buenos Aires Kilca Hostel
For your information. Relaxing with 30 degrees Celsius can only be done in a hammock… pic.twitter.com/29dNTfXoPB
— Renate Rigters (@ThatWanderlust) January 7, 2014
Some kind of hippie
Seems that Iberia forgot to put my backpack on the flight from London to Madrid. I have been talking about it with a lot of experienced travelers and it seems that luggage changing airplanes in London Heathrow never works the way it should work.
On Monday I waited for the airline to drop my backpack in the afternoon at the hostel, but it seemed as if it was not going to arrive. I went out for lunch and by the time I returned they had finally brought my backpack.
Hooray! My backpack has arrived in Argentina!
I noticed the rain cover was gone, but I figured it will probably not rain over here anyway. After three days of hippie lifestyle I finally got my things back. I really missed my flip-flops, my sleeping T-shirt from mr. special and my summer skirt. And not to forget, I had been “wearing” waterproof mascara for over the last couple of days and I could not remove it from my eyes with just water. Now I finally had the right toiletries and a fresh clean face again 🙂
Porteñol or Spanglish
In the evening I felt really tired and I wanted to relax in the hammock located in the garden of the hostel. I think it has got a bit to do with the time difference and probably as well with the many languages in which I have been communicating the last few days.
The local people from Buenos Aires speak Spanish, the people whom I share the room with at the hostel are Brazilians, there is a German guy, I’ve met Dutch people, and there are many folks from the United States. So, all together we speak Spanish, Portuguese, German, Dutch and English. That’s a lot of fun, but it’s exhausting too at the end of the day. Let me tell you, I’ve been sleeping like a baby!
When you are staying in a hostel there are a couple of negative and positive things you’ll have to deal with. For example. You share your living space with people you don’t know and you sleep kind of next to some stranger (separate beds though). I must say I don’t experience the space sharing as a bad thing, because for me being a very social person that just makes it easier to meet people and hang out with new friends.
As I am laying in my favorite hammock the Brazilians enter the Patio and ask me if I want to join them for a party tonight in Palermo. I tell them that I’m a bit tired and that I’ll have to think about that while they will try to convince me anyway.
All out of a sudden the pool looks really appealing and the Brasileños ask mee if I’m up for a jump in the pool. Guess I could use a refreshing swim!
The Brazilian travelers and I in the swimming pool of Kilca
The pool is probably really dirty since I’ve not seen anyone going in the last couple of days and we’ll probably all have a blather infection tomorrow, but it’s worth the fun!
The Portuguese lessons I’ve been following back home with Gabriela (muita obrigada querida!) are really coming in handy now. I can finally really practice my Brazilian Portuguese and guess what? They understand me and even I can laugh along with their jokes and follow their conversations and stories. That feels fantastic.
Though they do want to teach me some more of their language. Especially the bad words and for some reason the zillion of words they have for a person being gay… As I recall it the funniest word was “fresco”.
It’s almost 01:00am and we’re getting hungry. The party is off the path, but we do want to grab a bite together. We start looking for a nearby Pizzeria and after walking a couple of blocks we do find one that’s still open in the middle of the night. We order two pizzas Margherita and three cokes and share it all. Even the three bottles of Coca Cola are to be shared among the seven of us.
It’s already 03:00 in the morning when we head back to the hostel and I realize that I am not that tired anymore. I’m off to bed anyway because in the morning I have to wake up early in the morning for my new Buenos Aires adventures.
The view from my hostel bed 🙂
About Renate Rigters
Ever since I left my home country I felt at home at any other place I went to. I enjoy getting to know more cultures by talking to strangers and hearing their philosophy about life. Speaking with gestures when you can not find a shared language, finding places only the locals go to and learn about their customs and values. Hanging out with local people makes me happy. The experience of every new place is a step out of your comfort zone where I like to wander around until it feels like a second home.
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