Flying from Madrid, Day 0

So, I spend three days in Madrid, where I explored as much as I could (I must admit I liked it the most, out of the big cities I have ever been) and made few friends, an Aussie and a couple of  Koreans, the big day arrived that I had to fly to Argentina.



I arrived at the airport three and a half hours before my flight (because of a possible trouble with my tickets which was avoided in the end) and I hoped to get a nice window seat. But apparently I wasnt the only smart guy :).
My fligh was (if it serves me well) 12-13 hours non-stop. Even though I was told to be given an aisle seat (as no more windows were available), I end up sitting between a fat Argentinian and a fat Northern Irish :/ . Not cool for a such a long flight.

Never the less, the fligh was perfect, It kind of remind me why I used to love the flight when I was a kid, with meals, drinks and nice chairs to lean back and enjoy a good sleep, I must've slept like 10 hours and enjoyed a nice chinese meal.

Anyhow, arrived in Buenos Aires Main airport (Ezeiza) and from there had to change to Aeroparque Jorge Newbery for the domestic flight to Salta. My first trouble was that my bag was not released for one and a half hour and I started streessing how I deal with that in spanish, anyhow I got my bag and on my way out I met this Argentinian woman which I helped with her bag and she was kind enough to try and help me deal with my arrangements for the Airport Change.
Soon I realize that the spanish I knew had no effect here :) ,I coudnt understant s***t of what they were telling me, it actually took me another hour but in the end I found some people who spoke english and found my way to the other Airport (once again not without trouble until I made sure I was on the right one). I got there just in time to catch my second flight.

The second flight was nice, empty and relaxed, arrived in Salta on time, bag was spat out fairly early. From the moment you exit the airplane in Salta you know that the pace of life here has nothing to do with B. Aires. "Χαλαρά" is very little to describe the feeling.
Next thing to do, was to get to the hostel, I got a taxi, pretty cheap for a 30' ride and arrived in the Hostel.

In the room I had two Jewish girls one guy from Canada and an Argentinian guy frin B.Aires.

Soon I was having my first sleep in S. America as I was dead from the long day

Last sunset in Madrid