Party time in cordoba

Arriving early in the morning from Mendoza Frank, Zach and I made our way through the streets of Cordoba. We checked into a mega-hostel with dozens of beds, 2 bathrooms, a single knife in the kitchen and phrases etched on the wall, such as:

I´ve slept witha different girl in each and every bed each night. I got drunk and pissed on all the door handles, and I farted repeatedly in the fridge.
Of course, non of the above is true. But I have had an amazing time here. THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE - you have the perfect hostel!
Leo Holfirth - England
P.S. Never want to leave!

Some Israeli girls gave us a hard time about how long it took to cook our delicious vegetable medley.
After dinner the hostel screamed to life. Everyone in the common spaces smoking, drinking and listening to oasis covers by a local duo. Yikes!
We arose early the next morning to catch a bus to a national park known its´Andean Condor population.
Our sleepiness wore off as we made our way through the beautiful grasslands and craggy gorges of the park. We saw two condors far in the distance and a meadowlark stole cheese out of my hand.