Yesterday morning started slowly. We didn't leave our groovy house, which we later found out is owned by a Uruguayan film director and writer with a few credits to his name, until around lunch time. Depp was completely wiped out after lunch at Mercado del Puerto so we headed back to the house for him to have a sleep. By late afternoon, the glow of the fire voted against us exploring the city any further. Perhaps another time when the sun is a little stronger and we're here when things are open.
The ferry crossing back to BsAs was a bit rougher this time. There are several crossings each day and the morning and evening ones are in the larger boats and the middle of the day isn't as busy so they use smaller boats. We aren't sea faring folk and we were all glad to be off the boat. After a quick bus trip from La Boca we booked into Hostel Florida Suites with our four bed dorm. Who is going to top and tail I hear you ask? Wait and see.