Parties and Pilfering.
Trip Start Aug 03, 2011
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The conversation that ensued in the cab would go on to typify numerous conversations that I have had in Buenos Aires (primarily with taxi drivers and shop employees) TD:"Where are you from?" MS:"England" TD:"Do you know Las Malvinas - The Falkands?" MS:"Yes" TD:"Don't mention them" - On each of the occasions I have found myself in the awkward situation of trying to explain that I had no intention of mentioning them and that had they not chosen to mention them we wouldn't be having this slightly awkward conversation. I have however noticed some inaccuracies with the cartography on local maps of Argentina.
Checking into a delightfully friendly hostel, I rested until sometime later M & M found me and we headed out to lunch (a fabulous little locals place which I have no chance of ever finding again in the maze of narrow streets - though they're not all narrow). That night we headed to "Konex"
The following day M & M and I elected to hire bikes to explore the vast city. With a hearty lunch of ridiculous quantities of delicious steak (this would become a regular feature of the coming days)
The following day was not the greatest day of my travels, despite some pleasant shopping and an enjoyable mooch around town, whilst heading back home, disaster, in the form of falling victim to petty theft struck. On the Subte (underground) a band of 3 small women successfully helped themselves to my wallet (the first time in nearly 5 months I have actually carried one and also the first time I haven't spread money all around my person). Despite identifying the perpetrators, following them and more or less seeing my wallet thrust into a womans gusset, I lacked the Spanish skills to resolve the situation and....well let's just say when I went to the Police Station to get my "bit of paper" (not sure exactly what purpose it has) and felt myself thinking that it was my own foolishness, telling the Police Officer "don't cry for me Argentin(i)a(n).
That night after repeatedly cursing my stupidity, I enjoyed the company of M&M, Kayla (a young Canadian spending her last night before going home) and Ale, the sister of Maia (you may remember her from Bogota) in Palermo (the trendy part of town) before again ending up in a nightclub
The rest of the week (and weekend) flew past, hanging out with an assortment of people from the hostel (including the wonderful Anne, from Cologne - who would become my travelling companion the following week) a Catalan called Marta and various other individuals from just about everywhere you could imagine, Colombia, Peru, Sweden..... The highlight was almost certainly the return to Konex on Saturday night (the concert started at 1 am!) with pizza and beer at Ale's apartment beforehand and drinks at Colombian Andrea's afterwards. Sunday was, as you can imagine, a right off.
On Monday, Martin and I had our final steak together (the 5th in 8 days) before bidding each other farewell, with him returning to Munich and Anne and I escaping Buenos Aires for pastures new (Anne had been in Buenos Aires for the previous 3 weeks and had spent much of her time trying to master "The Tango" - she had hired a "Tango Taxi" to assist in her endeavours - a description of exactly what that is can be supplied upon request!). So leaving my big pack at the hostel - travelling light is so much easier, I set out with Anne, anticipating seeing something quite special.