Interlude 16: Rosario

Well, you know the end of the story - but i wouldn't want to take the gloss off what was a great extended weekend. Rosario is the third biggest city in Argentina in terms of population, and, umm, it has a nice monument to the Argentinian flag. Oh, and che guevara and lionel messi were born there.

It is quite nice though, promise! At the end of the day, its not common to find a city in the middle of a country with an abundance of beaches, right!

When we got to Rosario, the sun was shining, the hostel (was more like a guest house, and for a charity as well) was fantastic - and so we went the beach. The beaches in question are on the shores of a large river probably made, in fairness, with artificial sand. Either way, the sun was still shining when we got there but not for long, as we were hit by a flash mega storm in which we all ended up huddled underneath the parasol with everything getting soaking wet and chairs even being picked up by the strong winds. Not the best way to spend your once a year double bank holiday, as we went home and stayed in until the evening.

'ah its fine, it probably wont rain...'

In the evening we went into town, and after driving around for ages on a wild goose chase for a kosher place (we eventually found a tiny place at the back of some random supermarket) - and went to the most renowned Rosario site, the monument to the Argentinian flag and the accompaying museum. If you happen to be in Rosario, its worth going to!

                                               

Next day, we got up early to go to the beach again. By we, I mean the boys. A couple of hours later, the girls were ready (...) and we got a boat over the river to the 'nicest' beach. Apart from we got on the wrong boat and ended up at...a...welll...OK, it wasn't the nicest beach. In fact, there were plenty of squatters and tents everywhere, the only building in sight was long closed down with all the windows smashed in and there were stray dogs everywhere. Girls immediately freaked out and we got the boat back. Eventually we arrived at the right place:

Ahhhhh

Anyway, so after having spent the day in the sun and playing barefoot football with some locals, we headed home at 4.30 just in time for a cosy dinner and a good nights sleep. Right?