Don't Cry for me Argentina

Trip Start Aug 03, 2011
Trip End Ongoing

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What I did
Primarily Bars.

Flag of Argentina  , Capital Federal District,
Thursday, December 22, 2011

Back in Buenos Aires I returned to the same hostel in San Telmo where I again reaquainted myself with Jorge from Valencia (he can't bring himself to leave after nearly a month - Buenos Aires agrophobia!) Eugenio (he works here) and a couple of new chaps, James from Baltimore (he doesn't know Jimmy McNulty) and Daniel from Switzerland. I elected to stay in the same dorm as before (concerned that if I overindulged in the Christmas spirit I would find myself climbing into bed with some innocent traveller) and headed out to meet Ale and some of her chums.

I think it would be true to say at this point that I have had a most enjoyable Christmas (very different from the usual - 30 degrees and sunshine has a tendency to do that) and last few days in Buenos Aires which has centred around the Cities ability to offer an unprecedented level of partying (which I reluctantly found myself becoming embroiled in)

The first night back I was invited to Frank's Bar (Voted best bar in BA 2011 I'll have you know). To get in you need to obtain the password for the night which is only available by following a trail of clues on various social networking sites (I was obviously being guided on this) - that nights password - "Martin Scorsese". After dinner at a typical BA restaurant called Barcelona (where I enjoyed watching the final of Argentine Dancing With Stars - won by a female dwarf) we headed to Frank's. Upon arrival the password was given (in true Ali Baba style) to the bouncers who replied with a pin code for the door (which, when dialled in the phone box entrance) revealed a classy, sophisticated drinking den (I may have been a little out of place mixing with the well to do of BA - including a very famous Chilean actor who's name escapes me).

I failed to achieve a great deal during the day Friday but that evening, I enjoyed a trip to Plaza Serrano and a birthday celebration (the most amusing thing being that the staff in the bar were all in a fluster because the Vice Preseident was in the bar having a drink - I waved at him but was reluctant to engage in any kind of conversation for fear that he would mention the unmentionable - he asked for a photo but I declined).

Saturday was Christmas eve and it kicked off with a few civilised drinks in Plaza Dorrego with James (Baltimore) and Daniel (Switzerland and a DJ to boot!) before heading over to Palermo to Colombian Andreas house for Christmas eve sushi with Marta, Juan and a host of others (including a Swiss guy who I think may have been a slightly tubbier version of  a certain footballer). I attempted to introduce table climbing to the good people of Buenos Aires - but only having a small stool available, it proved quite difficult.

Christmas day it was off to Australian Jess's house for Christmas dinner - well Jorge, James and I went along in the evening, post food, armed with a significant quantity of Kalimotxo and again enjoyed a fun evening (although when Margarate Thatcher came up in discussion around 2 in the morning I felt obliged to defend her.... and that which we don't mention.

So to Monday, my final day in South America  - I again took a stroll around the city taking in a couple of the areas that I was yet to visit (including the beautiful Recoleta and Puerto Modera) before meeting up in the Gibraltar Pub (the one true English style pub in Buenos Aires - reaclimatisation!) with Ale, Jorge, James, Tanya, Eugenio and Aussie Jess. I enjoyed a cracking send off in fabulous company.

Heading to the airport on the shuttle the following morning I refelected on my time in Argentina and over the previous 5 months..... I have met some amazing people, been to the most incredible places seeing some truly amazing things and know that I will definitely be coming back to this amazing part of the world (unfinished business in Peru, Bolivia and Chile!)

My final comment on Buenos Aires comes from an observation made at the airport. Argentines appear to be obsessed with having their luggage wrapped in plastic and there is a hilarious "luggage wrapping battle" underway at the airport between a company that uses blue plastic and their rival sporting green. The tactics employed to woo customers revolve around employing attractive girls dressed in figure hugging attire to ambush luggage wheeling (wielding even) punters to get their bags wrapped..... I resisted their advances, checked my bag in and that was it, Europe beckoning me like the lilting voice of a mermaid trying to lure ships on to the rocks.

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