Hospital at 11am, lunch at 4pm, dinner and ice cream at 12am, Pacha at 2am, lost wallet and anti-biotics by 8am!

Because i was still feeling unwell on Saturday and having been ill for over a week it was time to pay the hospital a visit. Hannah and i went to the hospital at 11am and left at 2.30pm. We had a horrendous wait, got shouted at, and were just glad we went together. I was prescribed anti biotics being diagnosed with an intestine/bowel infection...the language barrier between myself and Gabriel the doctor was a bit of a problem but the tablets seem to be working so he must have understood something i said.

In the evening the girls invited me to meet up with some Argentinians that they had met in Mexico and we had an absolutely amazing meal in China town, got driven round the city and ate the BEST ice cream i have tasted in my life. It really makes a difference when you're travelling and with locals because you get to see the real city and get taken off the tourist track, eating in tried and tested restaurants. We got to back to their hostel around 2am and i walked across the massive Avenue planning of going to sleep but the plan changed as soon as i walked into Millhouse.....

Pacha had their opening night so it seemed only right to go along. Another new friend from the hostel Jo and i waited for the transport and went with the Millhouse gang to the club. It wasn't quite as big as i expected but it was good to have a dance to some good music. By about 5am Jo and i had lost each other and i was with some others from the hostel. When the sun rose i thought it was time to head back but when i looked in my bag to get my wallet in order to make my way back it was gone! After a long look around the club we stepped out into the day light... Jet planes taking off above me and the realisation i'd lost my purse sunk in. Panic time for Zea....



To be continued......