Cordoba

I have been in Cordoba for about a week now, and I´m having a great time here. I got here for new year's eve, because I was told that the people here really know how to party. They were right. The only thing I found really weird was that the club did not open until about 1 am. That means we were partying in the hostel at midnight. Once the place did open, however, it was totally worth the wait. It was in a field with three tents all playing different kinds of music, and there were so many people there. It was really nice being outside until the sun came up at 6 am. I would have liked to stay longer, but some people had already passed out in the field at that point, and the bouncers were kicking us out. So despite that, I still had a fantastic time.

The next couple of days were spent walking around the city with people desperately trying to find somewhere that will sell us food. Everything was closed, so it was more difficult than it might sound. The only places we could even hope to find were fast food restaurants. I´m sick and tired of eating burgers and pizzas. I'm currently on a diet that consists almost entirely of vegetables, because of this.

Yesterday I went to visit Ernesto "Che" Guevara's house. He lived in a village about an hour away by bus. I think I was expecting a bit too much from this, though. People told me about it, and I got really excited, but I don't know why. It really is nothing more than a house with some pictures in it. It was still nice, but over very quickly.

Today I went sky diving for my first time. I've been wanting to do this since the new year, but the weather has been a bit cloudy, so it hasn´t been possible so far. Last night, I was sure the weather would be bad this morning, because it was a really cloudy night. Accepting this theory as fact, I decided it would be a really good idea to go out last night. I didn´t get back until about 6 am, and this morning I was woken up by some friends at about 9:30. Needless to say I was quite tired, amongst other things, but I went anyway.

We were the first people to arrive, so we didn´t have to wait for everyone else to finish before going, which was nice. I was picked to go first, which did not bother me nearly as much as I expect it should have. In fact at no point durring the whole experience was I scared. I kept wondering why I wasn't because I'm usually pretty scared of heights and here I was jumping out of a plane. I suppose I just felt really safe because everyone looked really professional. They gave us a crash course in the positions we need to know for when we are in the air, and then they strap you up, put you on the smallest plane on the planet, and push you off.

There were four of us on the plane. The pilot, the instructor, the guy who tapes the fall, and me. It was so cool to see everything for miles, being above the clouds, and not being supported by anything. There is, however, a really strong pressure on your chest from the wind which I should have expected, really.

When we landed, I was an adrenalin high. It was so much fun, but being the first person to go, I was surrounded by people barely able to keep their eyes open from the night before, so no one wanted to talk to me. That was a bit annoying.

I think it's about time for me to move on again. I think I want to head towards Uruguay because I hear that it's quite cheap and there are some really nice beaches there.