Police escort and the worst toilet block in the world, 5th November

We´re back on tarmac and get to Viedma late in the afternoon. We´re looking for the municipal campsite and pull in to the Tourist Office to ask directions. When she kept suggesting the campsites 50km down the road, I should have taken notice. But it is late and we want to get set up before sunset.
After 15 minutes of trying to squeeze past the locals cruising up and down the waterfront esplanade, as seems to be the thing to do on a Sunday afternoon in Argentina, I get a bit lost and can´t seem to find the left, then right then left again turnings that I was told. We end up on the entry to the bridge across to Carmen de Patagones, not where we want go, so we pull over. There is a policeman doing policeman things standing in the middle of the road who approaches us. I´m a little warry, still thinking about those ´fines´that other travellers had to pay. We tell him in ´un poco espanol´ that we are lost and are looking for the local camp site. He points to us a road in the opposite direction, thinks about it then indicates that we should do a u-turn across four lanes of traffic cut across through his barriers and follow him. He very slowly drives down a gravel road and it´s not until we´ve pitched our tents, paid $4 each and Iain decides to use the gents, that we realise why the tourist office girl and the policeman seemed very reluctant about the campsite. Iain´s face says it all when he returns from his business. Apparently we´re camping in what used to be the utopian campsite - in the 70´s - but a place that hasn´t been maintained at all since then. So after trying to kills us with what Iain´s faced described as worse than a public toilet in China, (He suggested that I not got near them no matter how depserate I was) the caretaker turns up and also indicates that the chica should not use the ammenities but instead use the shower and banos in his administration block. So off I head, towel, razor and shampoo (It´s been a while since a hot shower) to a safety officer´s nightmare. I always thought to wear rubber flip flops in the shower for the health of your feet, but it seems that it may also save your life when using showers in Argentina.
Now as an Interior Designer and aware of EU regulations, I know that there should be no power outlet within a metre of a water. And definitely not in a bathroom. This shower had electrical cables draped all around the room, the electrical hot water unit wasn´t hardwired but plugged into a socket about 10cm away from where the shower rose was. The caretaker very carefully unplugged it for me, not wanting me to come to any harm, but if the guys wanted hot water, they´d have to risk electricucian. It´s not too bad to be a chica when camping sometimes.