The next day was a big day- Wales Vs England. Becky and I began the trash talking pretty early and I was over the moon when it turned out to be the BEST DAY EVERRRRRR! There was me in my welsh top, the welsh bar man and loads of English as we watched Wales absolutely smash England. I was so proud and was completely ungraceful in rubbing our victory in their faces! Soooo good. It's safe to say that night was going to be inevitably messy. Post-match Becky and I were somehow roped in to hand out flyers for the Paddy's Day party so we headed off for an hour. Such a sweet deal! We were given free tshirts and a free night at the hostel just to hand out flyers to any gringos we saw in the centre- we only found about ten people! Eaaaasy!
That night Becca was appointed official face painter with Becky and I as her helpers. Becky was shit though so she got demoted to publicity and sent people our way. The more shots we consumed, the messier the face painting got and there ended up being a paint fight where we got COVERED from head to toe. We couldn't get the paint out of our hair for days and it is still all over our clothes. In honour of St Patrick's Day they had brought in an actual midget dressed up as a leprechaun and dancing on the bar. He was such a legend! Everyone ended up grinding with him on the bar as I stood on the bar pouring free shots into everyone's mouths. it was soon after that the paint fight began to unfold. God only knows what happened later that night but all I know is I'm a drunk genius because I was over the moon to discover I had hidden a sandwich under my bed for the next morning's hangover- winner!
The next morning was actually St Patrick's Day and we were practically forced to start drinking at midday. Ben the bar man made some hideous green shots and went round the rooms and showers pouring them into people's mouths. We were feeling extremely fragile and had to escape to avoid drinking. Becky took us on the sight seeing tour she had been excited about for weeks (she had been to Arequipa before) but we walked for miles to find out everything was closed- typical. We got back to the hostel, dressed ourselves from head to toe in green and got back on it trying to pretend we weren't feeling sick. There was a live band and everyone was dancing and singing along. rage against the machine came on and I was just casually singing along thinking i was a rocker when a girl shoved the mic n my face and told me to embrace my femininity and to sing for women everywhere- slightly bizarre. Later turns out that the girl, Kirsty, threw up 6 times all over her bedroom floor! Next thing I remember I was being woken up by Becca telling me that Becky was asking for me as if she was on her death bed or something. I went with her and found Becky balling her eyes out with an ice pack on her face because she'd been punched trying to break up what she thought was a rape! She had heard a girl screaming with a guy and everyone was just brushing it off saying she always did it so it was Becky to the rescue and she ended up with a fist to the cheek. MENTAL.
We once again were leaving wild rover hungover, minus a cardigan and hair doughnut and feeling like we'd been hit by a bus. A border crossing was the last thing we wanted to do but we set off to Tacna and luckily we smoothly got across to Arica. Our flight to Santiago was at 6 in the morning so there was no point us getting a room so we got a taxi to the centre and got a Chinese. BIG MISTAKE. We weren't very well at all pretty much immediately. We then got a cab with this legend of a guy to the airport. He had this app on his phone where you speak in Spanish and it translates it into English and vice versa. We had to do this all the way whilst he played English songs and asked us to explain all the lyrics. It was getting tedious because we were so tired but he was a laugh. After a few hours sleep on the airport floor we boarded our flight and arrived in Santiago.
We were booked into a hostel called Terra Extremus and we met a guy from La Paz called Sean there too. When we arrived our room was full of smelly, hungover boys and we had to go on top bunks. To my horror there were no ladders so my short self had serious issues getting up. Any attempts to be graceful were abandoned almost immediately. We had a quick nap then went out to get food. Becky wasn't feeling well so went back while Sean and I found a bar with happy hour and had loads of cocktails. We got back to the hostel in time for the free half an hour of beer then went out again for more cocktails. When we got back we were met with a distressed Becky. She'd gone to bed at 8 and was still not asleep for a number of reasons. About three different couples had had sex in the room, one against her very wobbly bunk as Becky held on for her life, a kiwi guy had woken her up to ask for a condom, people were casually doing cocaine in the corner and having a naked party with music in the middle of the room. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry- too funny.
The next day we walked around Santiago doing all the tourist stuff and shopping. It was such a weird feeling knowing that it was our last day in South America, time has flown by. We were both excited to go to New York but also quite sad to be leaving. I had been so nervous about going to South America and hadn't been sure what to expect but I absolutely loved it and can't wait to return. I met some amazing people, saw some beautiful sights and did some crazy things- I'm not sure anything will compare to the experience.
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