Scratching The Itch

After a grueling 13-hour bus ride (3 of which we were parked at the border), Jenny and I needed to blow off some steam. What better way than to get weird and get wasted? For those Arrested Development fans out there, Jenny and I located the largest juice boxes known to man (2 bucks for a whole liter of red wine), used her knife to poke a hole in the top, and happily sipped wine out of a straw. Buster would have been proud.

The guy at our hotel even gave us a ‘thumbs up’ motion when he saw the straws. 

Those juice boxes did a number on us. From what we can gather, we made lots of new Argentine friends, went to a dance club (I know, right???) and kept screaming all night about how all we want is to be like Buster and drink juice boxes. I know no one knew what we were talking about. I awoke the next morning to find a little slip of paper folded up in my bra. It was our entry stub to the dance club. Ironically, the club was called ‘Amnesia’. Figures.

You should check out more Salta pics:

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