The Recoleta Cemetery
We arrived to the port of Buenos Aires
, and had a strange greeting from the city. On the main street that ran by the waterfront, most people started crossing during the red light, at which time Danilo told Em to not go with them because he had a bad feeling about it. Sure enough, a few seconds later one car stopped at the red light and another slammed the breaks to stop, but it was drizzling, so the car skided, and CRASH!, the oh so familiar noise of metal bending was heard once again. Amazingly enough, neither of the drivers (one sighed, the other buried his face in his hands in shame) nor the three cops who were standing around appeared rattled and luckily no one was hurt.
More colorful houses, but with tourists included
With that start we headed across Bs As large streets, cluttered pedestrian streets, and old metro lines until we got to our hostel. We decided to have lunch at the hostel, so we went to buy some groceries, and at the store we saw a woman with a neck brace. Hmmm. However, in the defense of the Argentineans they stop on time 99.9% of the time, and they are remarkable good at avoiding crashes... Its just the .1% of the time that’s a bit troublesome. Anyway, after having lunch and watching some TV in the emptiness of our hostel, we walked around the center of they city where we were greeted by herds of people. After visiting a couple of malls, we decided to watch one of the few films available in Buenos Aires that we had wanted to see, Ratatouille. We made sure that children wouldn’t be here by going to a subtitled showing as opposed to a dubbed one, and it was great flick.
Houses around La Boca
People actually clapped at the end of the showing. We caught the last subway of the night, ran downstairs, and then ran to grab the connection. We got off the “subte” and looked for a place to have dinner, and although it was midnight, once we got to a street of restaurants, we found a place not only open but full of people. We even had to wait. Per usual we had some delicious meat and cheap wine. Yumm! We got home and passed out. Our second day we started late, took the C line to the B line, where we checked out some information for our Mendoza
stop. By the way, the Subte (stands for Subterraneo, and if you can’t figure out the meaning, take some Latin) is really old, but also really cool.
A nice sunset close to the japanese garden
Instead of a third rail, the electricity runs in cables attached to the roof and many of the stations have murals. Anyway, after the Mendoza info gathering we had some lunch, and then headed to Recoleta to get… Haircuts! Recoleta is quite a nice upscale neighborhood in the north part of BA with numerous plazas and old buildings. Strangely enough though, the sidewalks are dotted with dog poop, so watch out when you walk there. After some serious walking we found a nice place to have some coffee and rest while Em stared at D's extremely short haircut (the haircutter dude wasn't really into listenning). But we weren’t done, and we walked back to the center of town where we had some delicious pizza and “faina” (like a slice of chickpea). We arrived early to our hostel to catch some sleep, which was a bit hard to come by because of some alcohol induced screams in the room next door. A loud SSSSSSHHHHHH!!! by Em chilled them out.
After switching our belongings to a dorm (the doubles were booked), we went to explore the neighborhood of La Boca. It is located in the south end of Bs As, a poorer neighborhood but well known for Boca Juniors and the Caminito, a place for weekend tango and daily tourists. El Caminito was a nice place but good lord, it set a new record for how many tourist buses can fit in one neighborhood, apparently due *sarcasm* to the rampant murders in mass transportation or walking. After looking around and taking a few pictures, we grabbed a bus back to the center of town, where we found a place called Gianni's in the heart of the business district where we grabbed some delicious risotto and salad. We then hit up the Japanese Garden in the hopes of going somewhere quiet to relax, but sadly it was anything but, thanks to the children's winter break. Not only were there children everywhere running, screaming, and further feeding overfed fishes, but also teenagers liked to mimic the fishes by trying to swallow each other for about 15 minutes. Gross. Luckily a nice pot of green and jazmin tea and some sweets helped to forget the scars set forth by the wild tongues. By the end though, we were quite tired so we went back to our hostel, bought some wine and cheese, and took over the television in the common space. We relaxed for quite a while, made a nice dinner and rounded the night off by watching High Fidelity. However, apparently the wine we bought was a little too cheap, and ended up setting fire in our stomachs, so we couldn’t sleep since we were very hot. D’s bunk mate actually slapped his leg in the middle of the night, telling him to stop moving so he could sleep. Thus after a long night of little sleep, we took a cab to the airport where we met Em’s parents, and finally after a few hugs we were in the home stretch of our trip, and off to Mendoza.