The next morning i presented herb with his complimentary koala and thanked him for not taking offence to my Arnold Swartzanegger jokes as he was leaving that day.
We got picked up for skydiving and headed out on a hour van ride to the DROPZONE (i shall refer to the airport as this from now on to make myself appear cooler), the guy spoke pretty good english and we picked up his wife and two kids on the way. He explained that the weather wasnt ideal (it was overcast and really windy) but it might clear up and would be happy to pick us up again tomorrow if it didnt happen today.
When we arrived he ran us though the jump and showed us vidoes of the right and wrong things to do and how sydiving really isnt that dangerous compared to driving around in south america (very very true). Then we just sat around and waited... and waited.. and slept on the grass... and waited. He was even getting impatient! After a good (well boring) three hours we decided to give up and try again tomorrow. By the time we got back to the hostel we had been out for 5 hours but had caught up on some well needed sleep.
It was herbs last night with us so we feasted like gods at another parilla (he even bought slacks because this one had a strict dress code)!
