Up, up and away and 2!! Saturday nights!!
Trip Start Feb 02, 2013
41Trip End Mar 25, 2013
Map your own trip!
Show trip route
Michael and I arrived at the airport ( the last of the three travellers thanks to trying to sort technology and not knowing when to say ENOUGH!!) There was a group of fans (also known as friends and family) there to wave us off and I would be fibbing if I denied there were a few tears - just barely there ones. Really!
We started with Virgin's lovely John on the counter who managed to call on all the right Gods to get our luggage through to Buenos Aires successfully. We all have clean undies at least until Tuesday when we leave here. Virgin also bestowed on us the joys of Kirk who had mesmerising eyes and understood immediately that three women at the outset of such an enormous adventure required drinkies and (despite the tragic oversight of no champagne on board) provided us with three sav blancs on the house - which of course it wasn't because it was on the plane.
Sydney Airport was a little chaotic due to the vaguaries of day light savings. We met Greg at the Aeors Argentinos ticket counter who said each of our names many times, worked out our ages, shared his own travel experiences, flirted shamelessly, made recommendations regarding how much playing up we should allow ourselves, and then with some aplomb presented his card to us saying if e got into any trouble at all while in South America we should send him an email... the man has some contacts, apparently!
We then get through customs (good to see them all taking their jobs so seriously) and begin our meanderings there as if we had lots of spare time. We stuffed some sushi (the expensive Sydney Airport type) in our mouths and rushed off to the departure gate to spend an inordinate amount of time waiting... Sigh...
Let me tell you, there is something a little disturbing about the floor staff on the Aeros Argentinos flight we were on. If the whole thing had turned into a 1970's disaster film their behaviour and attitude would have been spot on. Never have I seen a more miserable bunch of unhelpful people in hospitality roles! I am sure there is an award out there for that level of moroseness,,,
Despite this, the flight went pretty quick in my opinion. We had to remain without the miserable service for quite a long time due to disturbance (weather , not attitude) and then a late meal took us through to lights out! Sleep led to arrival in Buenos Aires. No drama through customs (not diligent here, simply disinterested) to be met by the delightful Mimi (Naomi in a Spanish accent we think her real name is). Bus to hotel with history lessons from Mimi on the way.
Saturday night started all over again at this point. I worked out that I am a little younger than I would have been if I'd stayed home. A state I realise rectifies itself during my return journey.
We unintentionally ate dinner in an Italian food place, Natacha, for our first South American meal. We used the translating app to help us out and had some very stupid conversations with our waiter. He was talking into my I-pad and taking it to show other staff. Good technology when it's working and not inferring Helen's in a coma. Between Julie's smattering of the lingo and the translator, some hand gestures, and more than a little luck, we managed to be fed and back to our suite by midnight.
The beginning has begun...