Next day was chill out day and I woke up just before lunchtime. There were not many things to do except to turn up at the Aerolíneas Argentinas office in hope of securing a ticket back to the capital (flying would reduce the time needed to return to Buenos Aires into 4 hours instead of 2 days via bus). However, all flights were full and I was forced to make my way back via the semi-cana coach.

When I got back, I was surprised to find alot of people (including policemen) crowding around my room. I went in and realised that my "roommate" (or a guy whom I had shared a dormitory for the past 3 nights) was handcuffed to the bed railing. Money (of various denominations) was neatly arranged on the bed. Papa immediately pulled me out and explained that my "roommate" was accused of stealing money from Dorothy (a 70 year old Australian traveller that was staying in the same hostel). He made me coffee and apologised for the inconvenience.

One policeman came up and requested to see my passport. I was feeling rather uptight (no offense but I heard that police from South America are known to be corrupt). He copied down the details and asked me questions in Spanish. One of the hostel staff helped as I could not speak the language any better than a 2 year old baby. The hostel staff tried (I think) to explain that I was merely sharing a room with the accused and had no relations. The policemen then led me back to my room and asked me (with the help of the hostel staff) if the items in my locker were mine. A sense of paranoia came; I would be in deep trouble if the accused had planted loot in my bag. I desperately wanted to tell them that I had not touched my stuff after I left the hostel at 3pm. But due to language difficulties, I just nodded my head. To my relief, the policeman gave a faint smile and gave the ok for me to go. They were fairly professional in their work, much to my surprise.

I drank my Austral in the pantry while waiting for them to complete their investigation. The police (with the accused) left around 8.30pm. After dinner, I came back to an "empty" room and began to pack up. Although I was so tired, I was tossing and turning on my bed (what happened earlier was still running repeatedly in my mind). I looked into my phone and it says "10 Jun 08 1am". I have just 4 more hours left at the-end-of-the-world before starting my 2-day journey to Buenos Aires.