Bernarda House Buenos Aires

... thing like getting on the bus can take days to learn. I had about 5 of them pas me when a man finally showed me how it´s done. You basically have to throw yourself into the mad oncomming traffic and make a not-so-suddle arm gesture. If you are lucky an the bus actually will stop, well at least slow down, you have to manage to jump on with the right change, yell at the driver where your are heading and put the money in the mashine while ...

... big huge electric plasma billboards and neon lights for McDonald's Coca Cola and all that. You get the picture. We had arrived. <br><br> We walked into the hotel and I tried to check in. "Yes, the dog is mine" The front desk clerk was telling me they had a no pets policy. I told him that their web site says that pets are welcome. He insisted, and startedshaking his finger in my face looking at Salina. "No dogs."<br><br ...

... to BA for one more lesson then off to Patagonia which I am sooooooo excited about!!! It´s gonna cost but better to do it now whilst I still have money (just!). The whales come up to Puerto Madryn every Sept/Oct to mate and apparently they come up really close to the shore, then off to El Calafate to see the glaciers, I can´t bloody wait!!!<br><br>I think after that I´ll head through Chile and either work there or Bolivia, from the stories I´ve ...

... day cycling 18kms around different wineries doing tasting or just drinking!!! Errrrrrr!! In any other country that would be banned surely!! But no no...off you go without even a helmet!! <br><br>So we decided to get the hard part over and cycle 9kms down to the last winery and then work ourselves up. It wasn't just wine vineyards though, there were olive ones too with thee most amazing tastings as well as chocolate and liquor tastings.....the day was heaven all ...

... without much response from us but 'si'. Scott posed the question 'Boca or River?' to ask him which of Buenos Aires' big football teams he supported was answered with a (presumably) detailed 5 minute tirade which none of us understood. Maybe he didn't like football and didn't want to talk about it too much. What had surprised me somewhat, was the minimal amount of jetlag and tiredness from the long flight. I could only put this down to the fact that Argentina is only 2 hours behind ...

... away in my own. I'd forgotten to take it when the flight was over. It was never to be seen again. Even so, I did feel it a little harsh to be such a source of amusement to the LAN Airlines lost property clerk when I phoned her, in the hope that an upstanding member of the Argentine cleaning team might have handed it in. I guess you might call that the last laugh.<br><br>Abandoning your camera and all your recent pictorial history is one thing ...

... also on the bus and we got a free show and CD, very nice guys. Once we got to Argentina the bus turned into the super bus we know with food and drinks! So a 40 hour bus ride, saved us 2 nights accommodation and wasn't that bad. However we did sleep 13 hours the next day. Love and Peace from the in transit Bek and Jesse train.

... have had in 30 years, my room was literally an inferno). My host mother makes me home cooked meals every single day and her cooking is outstanding. I am eating extremely healthfully and thankfully I will not be returning to the states looking like a Macy's Day Float (hopefully). Ok, now that you have a semi-good image of my place, we can get back to more important things.    After sadly saying "adios" to my parents, I was officially on my own in Buenos Aires. I began to explore ...

... on the Parilla. With the care of a new mother, he gently cradled the coals, placing them in perfect formation. While the asado heated up, the boy wonder continued to work the kitchen, rolling out a feast of the highest standards. Around 9PM, the doorbell rang and we were joined for dinner by Neil and Kate from HBS who were in the middle of a much more intense trip through Argentina. On a one night stop over between Iguazu Falls and Bariloche, they planned to spend the ...

... hope after all! This morning, we hopped into a cab to get to Recoleta, another famous BA neighbourhood. As we got into the cab, another cab zoomed by and stopped, blocking the cab we were in and refused to move. Both cab drivers began a heated quarrel about something; there was a furious exchange of words and gestures and in the end, our cabbie told us to step out and hop into the other cab, which we did. Seems the second cabbie saw us first but the first cabbie ...