Posada Palermo Buenos Aires

... on any opportunity to have celebratory goonery. we watched the game at a bar in recoleta. there were tons of brazilians there. anyway. cam, chris and i then went for dinner at a steak place around 11, then we went back to the hostel to have some drinks. we then went with some of the hostel people to another bar (the bars are open all till 7am) and then finally to the only bar that was busy for sunday night ...

... is Katie's, yet in this instance she acted quickly and ordered only after the waiter stopped the second time at our table. Despite being 120 years old, the cafe had wifi.


After dinner we followed a tip from lonely planet and knocked on an unmarked red door. As promised we were buzzed in and let up into an old apartment turned bar. It was a cool scene that probably got better as the night passed. It was only 12:30 which is when the bar ...

... my spanish in conversations with people, Mary would correct me given she learned the language for many years in high school, I would slowly read articles in the papers with the aid of my dictionary and I would eventually find the Spanish-subtitled English-language films on long-distance buses to be a huge resource. There are two distinct things that I think of when it comes to Argentine culture: tango and mate. Tango is ...

... the jet-lag. Whilst it partially succeeded, it was one of those days where you just can't get started. We'd got ourselves into an admin vortex - Angela needed to buy some clothes and I wasted too much time scouting banks that would change my 10-year old travellers cheques. I will personally never use them again. More hassle and less value than they're worth! We got to check out the up-market Puerto Madera and sample some classic Argentine steak (for me ...

... I finally arrive safely at Grandmas and have de-crapitated my shoes, I am maintaining the look of a drowned rat very well indeed. Which, by way of diversion, reminds me of an amusing little story, or at least to my mind.

Let me start by saying that I've befriended a giant. A great 6 ft 6 inch guy from The Netherlands to be exact, on the top of whom is displayed a glorious mop of curly red hair. He ...

... like mini churches. Eva Peron´s grave was surprisingly unostentatious- in fact it looked remarkably regular and unspecial compared to 90% of the others around- one could easily pass it by if not actively looking for it and for the constant crowds of tourists around. After the cemetery, we walked to Av. Santa Fe. A long main street popular for shopping. We spent 4 hours shopping and really only saw the one side of the street. And the only thing I bought after that ...

... lo undió el mismo Capitán tras la derrota ante los ingleses) decide suicidarse antes de ser reabajado o asesinado por el mismo Hitler. http://www.exordio.com/1939-1945/milita ris/batallas/riodelaplata.html Ya estaconados, caminamos un poco buscando donde comer (a las 17:30 hrs), pero claro, no es México y a las 5.30 de la tarde los Restaurantes están cerrados hasta las 8.30 de la noche cuando abren para la cena; así que nos conformamos con un Café/Restaurante donde cada ...

... which was also pretty cool.

"Boca Juniors announce signing of Suffolk Legend Al Fey for a bag of crisps and a can of coke" ;)



We then visited the home dressing rooms ...