On the plane to Bariloche, one hour even later.

All I can think about it a bath, a shower and a bed. Clean clothes, clean hair and room service. I just used "room service" as an enticement to get Paco to sleep. "It's like their is a restaurant in your room!" It worked, he is passed out.

The Hotel Llao Llao is famous to Argentinians, the equivalent of Pebble Beach with better meat. The rooms are supposed to be small, and Steve booked the cheapest, without a view, but it is supposed to be luxurious.

All I can think is: please, let there be a bathtub.

I want a politically incorrect amount of hot water. Someone from he airport is picking us up, Ah a sign that says, "Haas" is the light at the end of the tunnel.