I seemed to have lost my Scottish friends

Last night, after finishing dinner (around 1:00am) the three of us headed out to explore the Friday night scene in Argentina. Within a couple hours, I had had enough-there was plenty of stuff happening, I was just incredibly tired- and headed back to our hotel. At about 6:00am I heard scurrying in the room. It was Tim, who looked a little weathered from the evening . The two of us exchanged a hello, mine coming out similar to ¨Hello¨ and his a little more like ¨heeuullloo¨. Surprised that Chris wasn´t with him, I inquired of where he might be. Tim´s response was something like ¨that boy is crazy¨, and then immediately stumbled, similar to a pinball bouncing about in confined chambers, into the bathroom. When he re-appeared, I once again posed the question of ¨Where is Chris¨. This time he responded with, ¨he is outside the Hotel¨. Concerned of what or where Chris was, I told Tim I would go find him. After a bit of back and forth, Tim insisted, because in his words ¨you´d have to get dressed¨ to go out and retrieve Chris. I hesitantly agreed, said goodbye, and watched as he re-enacted the walk of a blind man unfamiliar with their surroundings.

It´s now 4:15pm and I have yet to see the two of them. They were interested in watching a rugby match this morning, so, they might be at some establishment watching the game. I hope this is the case... Otherwise, I´ll have to go out on a missing persons search :). (For those who think they may have just left, this would be impossible, as all of their stuff is still in the room, and, we´ve all purchased plane tickets to Patagonia for Wednesday.)