no time for popcorn

So I meet Negro in Tigre and we hop a boat to our island. It looked perfect, a perfect place for camping, not alot of people, not a lot of noise or lights... wait a minute- there wasn`t any lights, or anybody. The place was locked up, except for the mens bathroom with neon lights. Two smoldering fires were the only remains that life existed there at some point in the day. We cased the joint and Negro decided that finding a way through the (really secure) fence to talk to the neighbor was the best idea. After the neighbor, not so politely assured him that he would surely kill him if he did that again, he said that he didn`t know anything about the workings of the "gastronomic campground" and offered us no assistance. It was getting dark, but the moon was only one day away from full and the sky was cloudless. We built a fire and slapped our "tapa de asado" on the grill. Not the best meat you can find to grill- I found out, but it was big and served as our meal for a full 2 hours of endless fire watching. After muchos mosquitos and not much thought about where to sleep without a tent, we headed to the mens well lit bathroom. It smelled like mothballs, not urine, which hands down was more pleasant. Unable to shut off the lights we camped under the neon. Early the next morning we found our "tent keeper" raking and cleaning the place up a bit. He apologized for something he had no control over and set up our living quarters promptly. We built another huge fire on the cement grills they had set up and started the day off with hot dogs, so they wouldn`t get too hot in the sun. The entire day was filled with the suns rays. Very nice for an autumn day of camping. By sunset the sky had taken over with small, puffy clouds dancing in every direction in the green and orange sky. Negro said as we walked to the bathroom, "no doubt it will pour on us" and before we could get out, the wind was wailing and the river and sky were blowing rain at us from every direction. Our tent was trying to hold on... We ran as fast as our legs would take us to clear the table and tent of our belongs and get back into the safe haven of the bathroom. Soaked, minutes later, we were closing the intact windows in the womens bathroom and setting up camp for our second night. The keepers even brought us mattresses to survive the hard floor, our tent had flown over the fence. And there was no more roasting things on our gigantic fire... it was blowing its hot coals over all the campground... we had canned tuna and cookies by flashlight. Camping in Argentina... loved it.