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Cordoba
... wat te gaan eten is het een drukte van belang op straat. Er is een leuke markt opgezet met allerlei leuke tentjes waar van alles is te koop. Desondanks besluit ik om morgen per bus te vertrekken richting Tucuman.
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05/11/2011: about 8:00 pm I took a taxi to the bus station (called Recife) in BA. After some searching I arrive at a desk in the buscompany Chevallier who looks reliable at first sight. ...
Trotting Around Cordoba
... trot" with the horses…considering none of us know how to ride a horse, let’s just say I don’t think we quite did it right! Definitely, a had to be there moment. During the trek we stopped at the top of a hill where we got told the legend of Bamba and Maria-Magdelana; a Romeo and Juliet tale. The trek ended back at the farm where Marcello’s father had cooked an amazing assado, which we polished off without a ...
Hipster Couchsurfing Friends
... to the house everyone was bustling about and setting the table for dinner. In Argentina, dinner never starts before 9. And when you are living with a group of students you might not start until 11 or even 11:30. But it was really nice because we all ate dinner together like a family. After dinner every night a few guitars and occasionally some drums would be broken out for a jam session while the more musically challenged(aka me.) played cards or just ...
Been there, done that, didn't buy the Che t-shirt
... hoops and V’ing the camera, they spent the best part of an hour telling us how to drink to excess in Cordoba. Cordobans are passionate about Fernet y Cola, with each and every one insisting that Cordoba`s fernet, although in the exact same bottle as fernet everywhere else, is better. Hablamos de bares, boliches y parillas, before he invited us all over to his house for an asado with his family. Unfortunately, we were leaving the day before. He told us not to worry, fished ...
'The Randoms and the Opera'; or, BA - Paris II
... now on...
After a great night, I once again headed home late (or ealy, depending on your perspective). Less sleep, this time, so Sunday was a bit of a washout. All I did was explore San Telmo market, a hive of antiques, art, and general bohemian-ness. But that was a diverting few hours. In the evening I headed to a Tango lesson, and following that a concert of tango music. I was not good at Tango. This fact poses a bit of a problem for me, for it is a known fact that ...


