Back to BA to partaay!

Satisfied that we had seen the Valle De la Luna, a Unesco World Heritage site, we unfortunately had to sacrifice our next stop, Mendoza, due to the dozy Tour operator messing up our tight schedule.
Instead, we boarded another overnight bus back to Buenos Aires in order to meet up with Neil, his sister Jess and her boyfriend Paul, and a couple of crazy Scots, Nicola and Keith.
When we rolled off the bus with sleep in our eyes and bedheads we weren´t feeling or looking our best but when we clapped eyes on Neil and co we actually looked fresh in comparison since they were at the wrong end of a 3day bender.
So we´d finally managed to catch up with Neil, but still hadn´t been able to synchronise our route with Tariq...although whilst looking through Neil´s photos of Pacha we realised that he had! Weirdly, the only person Tariq had met at Pacha out of around 3000 people was Neil, and only after going back to someone´s house for an afterparty had it emerged that Neil and Tariq were both due to meet up with us...small world!
The next few days were spent visiting the zoo, the Boca region and the Boca Juniors stadium and going for dinner before donning our gladrags and heading out to a club called Rumi. After several VodkaSpeeds (cheap voddy redbulls) we were revving up into fifth gear, were soon on first name terms with several Argentinians and spent the night tearing up the dancefloor.
The Argentinians have been really friendly towards us and the only real annoyance we have encountered has been getting fake 50 peso notes from various cabbies and restaurants after a few vinos.(Some of the fakes have been laughably bad in the cold light of day!)
Back at the hostel we decided to carry on the party but the hostel bar was a bit pricey and poorly-stocked, so we smuggled in some more bevvies in a rucksack and continued our revelry on the roof terrace with the ipod. After a fun-filled day of ripping the Scots about whose country was best, Liam, Neil and I boarded the bus to Puerto Madryn to go whale-watching. We hadn´t been to bed and were a little worse for wear but the 24hr bus journey gave us plenty of time for catching up on some well-deserved shut-eye. Luckily we had paid the extra for luxury reclining seats, meals and dvd´s so it wasn´t as painful as it may sound...