Manhandled by a Hairdresser in Buenos Aires!
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Yes manhandled, and not even in a good way! Not exactly a pleasant trip to get my mop sorted. Again, my hair was, how shall we put it, 'travelled out', subjected to a battering from the elements, sun, sea, ice, desert, penguins, altitude you name it. I tried to put it off for as long as possible, maybe they have better hairdressers in Brazil? But no, I gave in, found what I thought was quite a smart place, the ladies seemed to look reasonably coiffured so what is the worse thing that can happen anyway?
The well turned out Argentinian lass welcomed me in, got me a drink, sat me down, all good. What was not so good was when she then disappeared and was replaced by a short, fat, bald, rough, loud guy who just spoke fast Spanish at me and proceeded to torture me for the next two hours.
Buenos Aires, the fine capital of Argentina, city of tango, Che Guevara and fu@king huge juicy steaks. I flew here from Ushuaia with Brendon, from California, who I had tried to teach English in Antarctica(!) pants are pants not trousers grrrrrrr...yeah that old chestnut. Who invented this language? Anyway, happy to be back in a warm city. Going from -20 to +35 degrees in a couple of days was a bit of a shock to the system but oh so nice to be back in summer clothes and beers by the pool on the roof terrace. Yes, well and truly struck lucky here. Maybe the hotel receptionist sensed I was feeling a bit blue, maybe I had just lost my job or something? Maybe it was the new hair? Or maybe they really were overbooked, but whatever the reason THANK YOU KARMA, I was upgraded from a 'budget single' to the penthouse suite on the roof, no extra charge!!!!!! OMG, I felt like an excited child, running around BOTH floors of my pad, big plasma TV, porn-sized bed, TWO BATHROOMS and, the best bit wait for it, an outside roof terrace with views over Buenos Aires, sunbed, beer, sunset, SORTED!
So I spent about a week in Buenos Aires, walking the streets taking it all in, beers on the roof terrace, strolling through the markets, enjoying tango, yerba mate (tea), steak, football on the TV, more beers on the roof terrace, trying to get my mojo back after losing my job at the end of the world! Where else? It is true, Buenos Aires has a very European feel to it but definitely an abundance of latin passion.