Familia San Martin Bed And Breakfast Buenos Aires

... and no-one can stop me!!! hehehe (within reason of course). The view of the city as the plane was coming into landing was totally awesome, the best plane view to date, it was a beautiful morning with a clear blue sky and I had just witnessed the sunrise over a sea of clouds, what could be better???
A nice man called Juan Carlos picked me up from the airport and took me to the hostel, he was really nice, he didn´t speak any english, so i got to practice some spanish and ...

... then he started putting his hand to his mouth and said something about a sandwich. By this stage I was confused, was he robbing me or begging for money? Either way I wasn't hanging around to find out and simply shuffled off saying no intiendo, no intiendo and apart from a few Spanish swear words thrown at me (probably?), nothing really came of it. Ang & I then, needless to say, got out of there pretty sharpish and walked back a different way. I had to get her out of there as she ...

... before I soon stumbled upon the only "celebrity" they seem that bothered about. So having fought my way through the mass of freshly laid flowers (honestly, it's like she JUST died), I was able to say a quick "Ola" to Evita before exploring the many market stalls outside the cemetery. These market stalls, full of beautiful hand-crafted goods, more than quadruple in number at the weekend and along with the live music, street dancers and ...

... up and down so did we. When they jumped up and down as well as from side to side you did the same. We did not know the songs, but joined in as best we could. Just jumping up and down with one hand in the air seemed to do the trick. At half time before I knew what was happening everybody in our stand ( about 15 thousand people) just sat down where they were, it was like the biggest game of musical chairs you could ever see. All four of us ...

... town. I was conscious of not seeing or doing anything touristy as I wanted to save this for my time with my family later in the week. We ended up in Recoletta, one of the richest and trendiest parts of BA, which it later turned out was where my family were staying for the week. We strolled around and I learned a bit and I observed the more well-to-do of Buenos Aries society and then went to a bar to watch Boca Juniors (the most (in) famous team in ...

... center is similar to San Francisco- with the hustle and bustle Monday through Friday but on the weekends is quiet and left to the tourists. I like it so much more during the week- when all the action hits! :) There is even a famous cemetery in the center, which happens to be Evita's final resting place along with countless war heroes and politicians. The cemetery is one like I have never seen- and it was pretty neat to see how the ...

... the imaginary brake and reaching for a seat belt that isn't there. I always felt safer in a collectivo, a city bus than in a car, based on sheer size. A few days after my arrival, I saw a bus turn not wide enough and scrap the side of another moving vehicle, the driver throwing his hand up and yelling obscenities. One time on a packed bus, the driver suddenly braked and there was a lot thud. I was standing in the middle of the bus and could hardly move, much less see ...

... and concoctions of unidentified top shelf spirits make their way into the system prior to us climbing up to the building's rooftop to watch the apartment dwellers of Buenos Aires either set fire to themselves or launch colourful ballistics at planes above and pedestrians below. The joyful spectacle that results from the uncontrolled sale of festive explosives really is hard to match. Fiesta is the name of the game so at 2AM (nothing opens anywhere in BA till this magic ...

... fountain in the middle of the gardens. It felt very relaxed here and we loved it. On the way back to the bus stop we had to cross a road of about 8 lanes of cars. It was like being back in Vietnam as we had to dodge them all - they don´t wait for you even when the lights change! It was quite a scary experience! That night we went out for dinner to say goodbye to Danyelle and then we went back to the hostel for lots more wine, chocolate and cards. Nice! Day 4 we woke up early to ...

... called Club 69.

It sounded a bit dodgy but he said that apparently tonight was "dwarf night", with vertically-challenged individuals on the door, behind the bar and generally freaking you out all over the place. Being a bit drunk this sounded AMAZING, so we jumped in a taxi and sped off into the hills.
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