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... through the litter though the Palermo railway underpass
seemed to be a popular crashpad!
There were zebra crossings and, like elsewhere in the city,
people occasionally stop, not just treated as monochrome tarmac decoration as
in many countries. Of course many cyclists and bikers ignore them and it is a
risk to trust them as you get “the green man” when those turning right over the
crossing get a green light too!
... streets, through neighborhoods we had not yet explored, would be fun anyway. We did find ourselves wandering through a garment district and passing through a heavily Jewish neighborhood filled with Jewish schools and synagogues, women walking with up to eight children in tow and men in their black hats looking important.
We got to spend time with our favorite BA friend, Grace Berlfein, meeting one afternoon for lunch at a wonderful vegetarian ...
... not being able to touch the straw/pipe that you drink out of. It's all very particular but interesting nevertheless...
Buenos Aires also gave me the opportunity to see Argentina's most famous export - Lionel Messi. The Argentina vs Colombia World Cup Qualifier was an entertaining affair, but buzz of the crowd as Messi came off the bench was unbelievable. The Pope is revered in Argentina, but Messi has a God-like status here. I was ...
... After a few scotchies, they were refused pretty much every drink on menu as they were obviously costing them too much money. Matt, Peg and Wayde headed back to Chantelle’s room (UK party animal) where they partied until sun-up – they went back downstairs for more beer around breakfast time as the bar was open, and met back up with Sam & Matty who they had lost earlier in the night. Re-acquainted with their trashbag mates they smashed beers all day, during which ...
... place in Islington.
The whole area was situated in a forest which spread out all the way to the sea. Local houses were either shaped liked triangles or log cabins, it looked strange but it worked. (Just like Stuey or a Richard Markz)
On one of the long walks back from town; tired we hired some bikes. Our lack of Spanish and the owners lack of English worked well as we walked out with two bikes for a good price and no brakes. The ...