Don´t cry for me Argentina

Trip Start Sep 07, 2012
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Trip End Jul 15, 2013


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Sunday, October 21, 2012

We are staying in a very big and very busy HI hostel. Help I feel a hundred years old! Everywhere big groups of young people. Was I really one of them once? It is more important to go out all night drinking on the "crazy train" than get up in the morning to see anything of the city. We stuck out like a sore thumb tonight eating our much needed salad for dinner...most here probably just had their breakfast!

 The kitchen is a joke, it is tiny and has none of the high tech kitchen gadgets that I am used to....... like cutlery. Looks like salad will be the limit to our cooking here.

This morning bright and early before most portenos (those from BA) are up, we headed off to the recoleta district to visit the market which was still half empty when we arrived at 11am and the cementry where all the rich and famous are buried.

The cementry was quite a spectacle, it is set out on a grid system with huge mausoleums towering over the visitors. The amount of money spent on the dead is amazing, it is what comes with fervent religion and tonnes of money. Some of the marble tombs looked like small houses and you could look in most to see the old coffins below the new,as whole families are put together. The coffins had grand ornate silver handles and you could see the marble steps down to the crypt in many of them. We reckon there is not a lot of soil left under the ground in that plot! The most famous person to reside there is Eva Peron (Evita) but she certainly doesnt have the most fancy tomb. But she does have the most loved one.

The market is pretty good and doesn´t just have the usual tat. I bought a belt and we got our usual fridge magnet. I got a coffee from a very agreeable old man. I thought I had fooled him with the little spanish I know and he played along well with it answering in spanish and being slow and clear with what he was saying, but then as we were going to walk off asked us in english what we called artificial sweetner. Damm we thought that with the amount of people that had asked Andy directions today we were blending in with the locals.

Talking of blending in, when we got to this hostel we were given an illuminous orange wrist band to wear on a permenant basis for entering the hostel. Great idea! So we are now prime targets for being robbed, well we would be if we had not cunningly removed it and put it round our ankles to be a little less conspicuous.

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