Palegoldenrod

I don’t really have much to say about my few days in Cordóba - they seem like a dim memory now, though it was only a week ago.

I was lucky enough to (once again) meet cool people in the forms of James, Brad and Vik and of course we went out drinking and dancing. Tequilas made a reappearance with the expected effect - a somewhat tipsy Carly but a good night.

We stayed in Baluch Backpackers Hostel (I’ll review it for you later). It was a nice enough hostel though it was away from the hopping part of town which upon arrival I realised was Nuevo Cordóba and not the centre. The city generally felt sort of dead, despite the fact that we were there on a weekend. The locals at the hostel told us that the after-parties were better than the actual clubbing, but that said after-parties started at 6 or 7 in the morning. WhatEV0R. We went out at 12am and were tired and in bed by 6.30. That was good enough for us

James realised that he liked my mandolin and had some fun with it (he can play it better than I can, though that didn’t surprise me as I think everyone can play it better than I, lol) and Brad and I discovered that not only were we headed to Buenos Aires on the same day, but we planned to stay in the same hostel. We quickly decided to book tickets together on the same bus and spend our last day horse riding.

We went with the hostel’s horseriding tour which turned out to be a 2 hour ride to the place, then 2 hours of horse riding (most of which was on a dirt road to get to the “cool” part) and then a 2 hour bus ride back. The scenery was not as spectacular as I had hoped, but the bus ride itself gave me an opportunity to see some parts near Cordóba that I hadn’t laid eyes on yet - there is some beautiful country out there.

My horse was a bit feisty and insisted on a bit of a pace most of the way, which was a pleasant change from the trudging whore-horses I have been riding since I arrived. Brad was not so lucky and was reduced to plodding along far behind the guide Maxi and I. Suffice to say that Brad and I agreed that this particular horse riding tour did not deserve to be rated.

So went my time in Cordóba… on to Buenos Aires!