DAY THIRTEEN - THE PETROL STATION

Hung over after an epic night with the Molfino clan at Pedros wedding! danced myself stupid and ate myself silly... and today I pick the splinters of glass out of my feet - after my barefoot dancathon!

Stumbling shady eyed around Rafaela (Santa Fe) with Juan looking for a refreshing beverage to cleanse my palate and kick some life back into me, when I discovered the weird and wacky Argentine Petrol station... fully equipped with dining tables, a cafe, beer, wine and champagne! Choose what you want, break out the plastic cups and tuck in!

Have a fag outside in a deck chair, stub it out and then jump in your car freshly pumped with gas...
Best advised not to participate in a Zoolander rainbow shower of petrol whilst smoking!

$10ARD fizzy drink