Last night, I had a lovely evening planned with my friend Lorena to have wine, cheese and empanadas at her place. (That's probably my favorite thing to do here, btw).
Anyway, I get there and she says, "A proposito, hay tres chicos de Australia de CouchSurfing se quedando aca esta noche." (Oh by the way, there are 3 guys from Australia from CouchSurfing who are staying here tonight.) She has a lovely studio apartment, but in no way is it big enough for 3 guests. Hilarious. She said she thought they said 1 or maybe 2, but 3? No. Here's how the scene of events went down:
-They showed up at 12:30 yesterday afternoon to her apartment shirtless.
-They came back at midnight...shirtless.
-They almost got beaten down by the police in Centro because they were...shirtless.
-They went to the Palermo Farewell Event at Boca Juniors...shirtless.
-The hung out with us til 5 in the morning, drinking Malbec, Quilmes and eating a delicious meal prepared at 2am by Lorena...shirtless.
-They regaled (there's that word again) us with stories of losing...their shirts (and passports, wallets, etc) in Ibiza.
-There are surfers from Australia who are a trio of guys that call themselves...The Naked Traveller. Since I didn't happen to have my camera on me (was a shame, ladies), you can get your fill here:
http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Naked-Traveller/272388519439405
Yum. This is why you should always have a camera on you - you saved yourself with that link, i was shaking my finger at you for this post being sin photo.
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