My shoes keep sticking to the ground.

so i had a really good night. the swede-aussie-anglo combo was great and the craic was mighty. i ate a decent meal for the first time in two weeks which my stomach couldn't quite understand and had a gay ol' time. we split around midnight and off i sauntered to the bus stop but had been walking for a good twenty minutes before i realised i'd gone the wrong way. silly jordan turns around and heads back and gets to her bus stop at 12.45. waits for the 1A for sixty minutes. 1A doesn't come. 1A has been doing it's damnedest to crush jordan's spirit for some time now, and by 2am i am sorry to say it had almost succeeded. but then helpful stranger tells jordan if she gets the 5B it will take her to Libertad supermarket. result! i can most definitely get the 1A/1B from there. so on i hop. but does the 5B go to Libertad supermarket? no sir. 5B goes everywhere in the world except Libertad supermarket. so, one whole hour and an awkward conversation with the driver about how i meant to do this all along later, and jordan winds up back in the city centre. so here's me, with no money for a taxi, no idea at what time the buses stop milling about altogether, and wondering what the hell i'm doing roaming the streets of argentina at 3 o'clock in the morning anyway. fortunately all was not lost. i rang cecy's sister who came straight out and got me and was totally cool about everything and let me crash at her house and come home this morning. thus making herself current front-runner for hero of the tournament. as for you, 1A: thou art a worthy adversary to be sure, but i have been owned for the last time amigo.