In my hostel, life is like a calm river: shortly after nine o'clock a few sleepy figures stagger out of their respective rooms, sit on the sofa and watch some TV. In South America it seems to be normal not to have breakfast until half past eight, but it can be half past nine before coffee...
Rio de la Plata – The sunken Battleship
Then bye-bye Buenos Aires. Our relationship was short and intense, almost like an extended one-night stand. So once again I say goodbye to a place where I felt comfortable, backpack on my back (has it gotten heavier?), a quick handshake, one last 'see you' and the chill house is a thing of the past. The streets are …