The Night of Little Sleep
Last night...well, actually, yesterday...Paul and I opted to leave a rather peaceful place, in search of something a little further outside of town; and cheaper. What we quickly realised was that the idea was futile. Most places have been reserved well in advance, and the nearer you are to true tranquility, the less possibility there is of actually finding an available place. Quickly deviating from our original plan, we found another place; not as nice but CHEAPER (!!!) -5 pesos less. (Yep, we were living the high life when we found this place... That 5 pesos afforded us the ability of purchasing a couple sandwiches from the local bakery.)
The place proved nice, and the woman who tended our requests, even nicer. We were shown two places, one with a beautiful view of the lake, the other, in the back of the building with a view of construction. I told her that we´d prefer the ¨vista con lago¨. She was very amenable to this, but warned that it get´s quite noisy at night. Noisy, at night... come on. It can´t be that noisy. I´ve dealt with noisy before, and sometimes, even enjoy the noise!
Paul and I finished eating around 10:30 -for an Argentinian, they´d just be receiving their appetizers. Walked the streets a bit, and then headed to bed. For air quality sake, I left the windows open and quickly drifted into a pleasant slumber, it was about 12:00.
¨Beep!¨, ¨zoom, zoom¨, ¨Si...blah, blah, blah, Aiye!¨, ¨Digame, Chica¨, ¨Hola amigo, vaminos!¨, ¨Arriba, Arriba!!¨ These were some of the many sounds I heard when awakened from sleeping. Turning over, I noticed the time, 2:00am. Thinking that the sounds would soon stop, I opted to leave the window open. Seconds, then minutes, then hours went by. The sound, instead of receding, started to intensify. And intensify, and intensify. It was 5:00am by the time I finally shut the window; and though proving to be almost completely ineffective, I at least did all I could to shelter myself from the noise... I think I´ll now be more sensitive when an Argentinian warns me of noise...
We´re off to El Bolson in a couple hours. Two hours by bus, and 15 pesos. Not sure if we´ll find a place to stay... but, we´ll figure it out when we get there. Worse case, we´ll look around for a few minutes, hope another bus and go somewhere else.
The place proved nice, and the woman who tended our requests, even nicer. We were shown two places, one with a beautiful view of the lake, the other, in the back of the building with a view of construction. I told her that we´d prefer the ¨vista con lago¨. She was very amenable to this, but warned that it get´s quite noisy at night. Noisy, at night... come on. It can´t be that noisy. I´ve dealt with noisy before, and sometimes, even enjoy the noise!
Paul and I finished eating around 10:30 -for an Argentinian, they´d just be receiving their appetizers. Walked the streets a bit, and then headed to bed. For air quality sake, I left the windows open and quickly drifted into a pleasant slumber, it was about 12:00.
¨Beep!¨, ¨zoom, zoom¨, ¨Si...blah, blah, blah, Aiye!¨, ¨Digame, Chica¨, ¨Hola amigo, vaminos!¨, ¨Arriba, Arriba!!¨ These were some of the many sounds I heard when awakened from sleeping. Turning over, I noticed the time, 2:00am. Thinking that the sounds would soon stop, I opted to leave the window open. Seconds, then minutes, then hours went by. The sound, instead of receding, started to intensify. And intensify, and intensify. It was 5:00am by the time I finally shut the window; and though proving to be almost completely ineffective, I at least did all I could to shelter myself from the noise... I think I´ll now be more sensitive when an Argentinian warns me of noise...
We´re off to El Bolson in a couple hours. Two hours by bus, and 15 pesos. Not sure if we´ll find a place to stay... but, we´ll figure it out when we get there. Worse case, we´ll look around for a few minutes, hope another bus and go somewhere else.
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