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... would EVER happen in the US. First - the ticket counter and gates are all in the same area. So it's a royal pain trying to maneuver though all the people. Then our gate was boarding people for two flights that were leaving at the same time out of the same gate. So when we went to get in line it was at least 200 people deep. It's only after you hand over your ticket and cross the doorway that your carryon bags are screened in an X-ray machine that appears to be about as old as ...
... given by the group to try to reunite the families.
On the western side of the plaza is Casa de Gobierno (Government House) or as it’s more popularly known, The Pink Palace. It is an unsymmetrical building because it was joined on to next doors larger and more significant Post Office in 1898. Theories for the pink colour range, but one was that they wanted water resistant paint and this was done by mixing cows blood and fat and painting it in the exterior. The President ...
... 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!
... Shortly before going on the bus to Foz de Iguazu where I would transfer on the bus to Buenos Aires, I changed my shirt. As expected the bus was full with Argentineans, a few foreigners and me as the only German. Most of them were on a hangover and a bit sad. Somehow for no reason the bus driver announced the German presence on board and I had fun time introducing myself to the rest of the bus and emphasized that at least it was not a 7:1 which did not find many smiles in ...
... while I was there. We then drove through Plaza Dorrego, which was also very Italian or European feeling. We were riding on cobblestones at some points.
The miracle was also getting out unscathed! I forgot that these are still Latin American drivers, and everyone has the right of way. They're not the most aggressive drivers, but biking on small streets with them was sure a good reminder of what it's like down ...