There is something better than one beer: two beers.

If first impressions are important to define your travel experience, then I'm totally sorted.
 I love Buenos Aires, even though my plan to look and act confident and never show to anyone I'm lost, miserably failed. 3 minutes into my "confident/head-high walk" out of the airport terminal, a sweet old man stopped collecting rubbish from the floor and asked me whether I was lost. Actually, he didn't ask me, he TOLD me. What a genius. So he escorted me to the bus terminal and I was so grateful I could have kissed him in the mouth. But he had no teeth so I didn't.
 A lot of people here look at me. If I would see someone equally small, carrying such a huge rucksack, sporting a constant drop of sweat on the moustache, I d smile too. And I would think "poor fucker". Which is bound to be their thought, too.
 I have been in BA for only half a day and I have already observed as such: First, as soon as I took the first breath of air, outside the airport, I felt an incredible familiar feeling. As if I had already been here before.The air somehow smells like home. Second, when they greet each other, even men kiss each other.They are not as tactile nor affectionate, in England. I guess it s not in their culture, but it definitely is in mine!I have the desire to greet as many people as possible. Third.....I have no third observation yet (Jee! I've only been here a few hours!) but a list made of only two points looks rather silly.
 I checked into my hostel. In fact, I checked into the WRONG hostel, so I had to walk through 3 blocks to get to the right one. 3 blocks is nothing! A breeze. Easy peasy. But try to walk three blocks when the strap of a heavy rucksack is pushing on your full bladder. Please, really, do try it. I arrived at my correct destination without major accidents.
 The locker in my room was located 6 feet above the ground. I know from experience that if you can access your locker without having to climb on the shoulders of a random, oblivious fellow traveller, then your own (and theirs) travelling experience will benefit from it.
 I requested for my room to be changed, due to "physical restrictions". The receptionist was very apologetic when she informed that there was a bed available in the mixed dorm, not in the female one. I had to clarify that she meant I had to spend my nights with young, adventurous men."Yes", she said quietly. "Happy days!" , I screamed, at which point I nearly pissed myself as my overflowing bladder could barely deal with such excitement .
 So I moved to my new, bright, mixed sex dorm. And the locker, you ll be pleased to hear,it s right there, on the floor level. Perfect for when I ll crawl back home.