Camera shops and cow and chips

Trip Start Feb 26, 2010
Trip End Feb 26, 2011

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Wednesday, December 1, 2010

After a great night's sleep we only woke up at 8am so we got almost 10 hours last night and I am starting to feel human again. We had breako and set off to walk around the areas of the city centre we still hadn’t covered yesterday by about 10am it was already about 33 degrees C and a glorious day. We popped back into the hostel about 10:30 so I could grab a shoelace to try and hold my broken shorts up, I don’t mind looking like a fool but they keep falling down and exposing my money belt which is more of a concern (I still look like a flasher half the time with broken zips and holes in trousers around the gusset of my combats).

We headed back out to the Plaza del Mayo with all its sights around that area, including the Obelisco on Av 9 de Julio, reputedly the widest street in the world with sixteen lanes and some wonderful buildings. From here we headed down the main shopping streets of the Avenue Florida and kept going into camera shops to show them how bad the camera now is (the zoom is dodgy and the pictures are becoming increasingly blurred), thankfully one guy gave us an address of a man to go and see on the fourth floor of a nearby alleyway (this sounded like the kind of thing we got in La Boca). Amazingly he took the camera and said he would fix it for about 60 and be ready by 18:00 tonight. This is amazing as when the problem first started to develop we were told we must stay in one place for three weeks just to see what the problem was and if it is covered by warranty. We therefore spent a lot of the day camera less which was a really nice change – it felt like we had been liberated.

We then headed to San Telmo on foot another of the must see districts in Buenos Aires. It was very nice with cobbled streets and lovely looking restaurants and bars, a really quaint area and the 'home of tango’. On the way there we saw yet more protests this time involving fireworks and firecrackers and a bit of a riot inside a shoe shop of all places where a load of guys were tied up on the floor with no shirts on surrounded by police then hoards of people all around outside. At first we thought maybe someone famous was in the shop considering the crowds and we found it odd that someone was on the floor tied up in a traditional back street mans shoe shop.  Bizarre.  After wandering around the square and market place (where a film was being directed) we walked back to the hostel peering in to all the antiques shops that sold a myriad of old and dusty items.

At about 5pm we headed back down to Av Florida to go and see if the man had managed to fix the camera. He had worked wonders with it and it was working like a dream.  We went back to the hostel to decide what we were going to do for dinner to enjoy a famous Argentine steak.  We really wanted to go to La Cabrera in Palermo as it is highly recommended and is something like number 3 out of 500 on the restaurant guide on tripadvisor but we found out too late that there were only two sittings and if you hadn’t booked you might well be in for a long wait on the pavement.  We had also been recommended another restaurant which turned out to be about 4 doors down from the hostel – so laziness prevailed and we ended up managing to get a table there.  We were sat next to an old Argentinean couple and it wasn’t long before we were chatting away to each other none of us understanding entirely what was going on but we managed to get the gist of the conversation (they didn’t speak a single word of English).  It is amazing that despite hardly knowing a word of the language you can have a lovely entertaining evening enjoying someone’s company.  At one stage Andrew was deep in conversation with the man, thinking that they were talking about the Falklands War – thank goodness a lovely lad from England who was sat on another table with his parents interjected and became our translator as the conversation had in fact been about football. DON'T MENTION THE WAR (Andrew Edit - Of course I thought it was an odd conversation for a nice old couple to bring up with strangers but none the less I got involved and things got a little heated at one stage with other tables wanting to join in - Great crack but I was probably edging towards a fight without knowing it). The steak we were served alongside the great conversation was delicious and came with big fat chunky chips – it was heaven.  When the old couple left us – after kisses and hugs – we moved on to the table of the English guy and his parents and finished our complimentary liqueurs with them.  It was a great evening and meal and the whole restaurant was absolutely buzzing.

Back at the hostel there was another party going on so we got a drink and stayed for a while chatting to a couple of Venezuelan guys who were seriously bonkers.  Again we struggled with the language barrier a little but seemed to get along fantastically, they were hilarious.  After about an hour we decided to call it a night and head to bed.  Creeping in to the dorm room in the dark as we didn’t want to wake anyone up we then realised that we were the only ones there and everyone else was still at the party or out on the town.  This really is a city that never sleeps and after so long on the road we just don’t seem to have the energy for it. Mind you it was 2am.
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