Don't Cry For Me Argentina

Buenos Aires – Argentina

Money, money, money. Arrived in BA on a foggarific morning! How do pilots land in the fog! We bumped into town and checked into a lovely great big hotel room, with a TV, bathroom and a huge balcony that had great views of the lovely tree lined street & the Palacio de Congreso. It was swell. We headed off for some toasted bread & jam – Argentineans have very small breakfasts. I reckon its cause they all eat so late at night that they’re just not hungry in the morning. J After a siesta, we hit the town with some fizzy orange! Oh yeah – we know how to rock out. Then we tramped the streets of BA, it’s a very big city, with some lovely big pedestrian streets – lots of leather shops, cafes, restaurants, internet places etc etc. We headed to a restaurant that Donna (one of our NEW friends from the Galapagos he he) recommended. We had steak, pasta and a bottle of wine for maybe 28 dollars or something. Bargain Town.

The next day we checked out the famous Café Tortoni – opened nearly 200 years ago by an Italian. It was very cool, with posh waiters and tasty coffee.
We saw the Pink Palace and saw the balcony where Evita addressed the crowd, and continued on down to San Telmo. San Telmo rocks. It’s fair day on Sunday (the day we were there) and the place was chock a block with stalls of trinkets and art. They had loads of stalls selling cool old vintage stuff. Everything was cool! I’d like to go back there in the future and stock up on stuff from the past. He he. One guy had some really cool old radios. I wanted one.
So we tramped around there in the sunshine for a while, and had a few bevies outside on the street, while some band created a right ould jamboroo of Jamaican reggae sounds alongside us. Then we went for ahem..more beer.. in another funky lil place with free crisps. Later we ate (for a change) some pepper steak and fish in a cool little outdoor restaurant. It’s a pity the food wasn’t that great!

On Monday, we decided that we were going to stay in town for a while cos we were tired of changing location. So we walked up to the rich area of town called Recoleta. We headed to the cemetery where all the rich & “important” people of the past are buried. Anywho the graveyard itself is full of mini statues of devotion to those who died. It’s crazy. Some of the tombstones are mad as ye like. All out OTT ness. There was two huge tombstones for two Irish Lads, a guy called Browne who founded the Argentinian Navy and a priest – Father Fahy. We took some very blasphemous pictures of James and me making faces in front of some tombstones.

We checked out the cinema mall nearby and Wordsworth here (James has started calling me Wordsworth due to all the reading & writing I do) bought a book called Killing Bono. We had some delicious coffee and some apple pie in a cool café and then trekked on back to the ranch. Saw some fancy hats on the way back, James may get one but he better hurry up before we have to leave the place as I am not running around on Friday morning looking for a hat!@!!@ He he. We hit the Celta Bar later and split a pizza and some beer. Nice Pizza.