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"I’ve found a better hostel round the corner, same price and there’s a funny Argentinean geezer on reception," I said to Uvlad.
"Do they offer a free shower with every bed too?"
"Yeah, very funny wise guy, come on let’s go before someone else nicks the beds."
The hostel on Av Independencia was much cleaner, had a pool table, two hammocks, there were less beds per square metre, and no dripping roof.
Victor, from Buenos Aires, was running the place during the day. He was just under 6ft tall, with jet-black hair and eager wide eyes. He’d been travelling round Mexico for a couple of years and was hoping to save up some money to go to England. Being an Argentinean in Mexico was more difficult than he’d imagined.