Olmo Dorado Apart Hotel
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- Continental Breakfast
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... I like Porteños (people from the port of Buenos Aires.) So I just write in my blog as my phone charged. Then I went to post it, and it hadn't saved. Cool. An hour of thought wasted. What a day. When we boarded the plane to Rio, I did the same thing as last time and passed out. But this flight was only an hour. I got off the plane and got some reais from an ATM so I could take a bus or something, and then went to information. I said "hi, does someone speak ...
... of Buenos Aires so I now understand what all the fuss is about. We went for a coffee in this lovely cafe and Gilly helped himself to a massive piece of Chocolate cake. The average man on the street wouldn't stand a chance of finishing this but to Gilly this was easy work. We went for a few beers and watched the champions league quarter final between Real and Atletico Madrid. When we got back to the room we noticed the ...
... on the cheek by Marina. They son, Manuel, was 10 and their daughter, Catalina, was 14. Both were eager and amazing conversationalists. In true Buenos Aires fashion, we didn't arrive at their house until 9pm on Friday night. The whole family spoke beautiful English and displayed warm Latin hospitality. We started the evening off with several delightful bottles of Argentinian wine and great conversation. On the menu for dinner: typical Argentinian BBQ consisting of ...
... too easy. ;) It is a painfully bureaucratic process...you queue for 15min, then you show the guy at the counter your transaction number and passport. He looks like his real job is lead singer of a death metal band and he only does the money transfer job "for fun" ;) Of course at first he tells you the transaction number doesn't exist and there is no money for us. 5min later he finally manages to enter it correctly and agrees that you are supposed to get money. He ...
... to have a morning coffee in one’s pajamas.
Friday morning, we awoke to a torrential downpour. The wind was blasting out of the west, and sheets of rain were pelting our windows. I could watch the rain moving in waves twenty stories below us as the storm blew on and on. Even the local newscasters were describing the storm as a deluge, with live video of the rain soaking the downtown. By noon, the storm was a memory and ...