I’ve spent the last week hanging around Buenos Aires. It’s a great city, but I feel like I haven’t enjoyed it as much as I should have, for two reasons. First, ever since I got into town, I’ve been distracted by my imminent return to Canada. The thought of fluffly pancakes drowned in maple syrup is… Well, I’m looking forward to my first Canadian breakfast. And lunch. And using a toilet whose pipes can handle toilet paper. The other reason that I feel the time dragging slowly by is the lack of funds. As of today, I have approximately $10 in all of my bank accounts and $30 charged to my credit cards. If you do the math, it doesn’t work out very well for me. As it turns out, my planned budget would have worked out almost perfectly, if it wasn’t for one thing: funny money. I now have 150 Argentinian pesos worth of fake money, which had been earmarked for silly things like food and housing. What does this mean? Well, my beer budget shrunk considerably—and stay away from Banco Patagonia, the apparent purveyors of false bills.