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We woke up around 10am and got ourselves sorted for the flight to Buenos Aires that afternoon. As we were packing our bags our old pal Richard strolls into the room and starts chatting with us. One word barred another and we asked him whether he was going to Gringo Tuesday again that night. He was like "Not tonight guys. I've got some business to attend". Took every ounce of my willpower not to start ******* myself. "Business to attend". You would swear Richard was some sort of big ...
There seems to be a recurring theme for every new country I visit, and that theme is a rough start. One of the main things I am going to have to get used to is airport transit due to the amount of flights I have and the fact that to keep costs down I have a lot of stopovers and time in airports. The flight from Mauritius to Argentina was never going to be easy as there is no direct route but this one was a monstrosity. A ...
... having once been a living space of sorts. The jacuzzi bathtub suggests that you could indeed have a party in there if you so desired. Like my bedroom, the bathroom has a small balcony that looks out onto the busy street. While the street is a busy one, the house has its own private refuge at the back. A fully paved garden, complete with fruit trees and hammock, plays host to a dog, a cat, two chickens and a rooster, to say nothing of the morning hummingbird ...
... the Theatre was easy, but determining the meeting point wasn’t. In the past, the guide would be wearing a distinctive coloured t-shirt and could be spotted from miles away – we walked round the block a few times but still couldn’t see a ‘guide’ looking person or any assembling crowd. With only a few minutes before the start time, David spotted a couple of equally bewildered tourists looking for the meeting point. At that point, a guy ...
... with dancers. Back at lunch time, free time so walked the city blocks. Found a little Restsurant with lots of locals, they couldn't speak English but who cares. Thought I 'd ordered a glass of Red with Lunch but terned out to be a bottle, Lee doesn't drink Red so I had to do the job. Not bad at all so didn't mind. ****** down rain on the way back, wet but who gives a f.f. Bought ...