My bed cries for me!

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Monday, December 20, 2010

On very little sleep I agreed to accompany Mike and a Swiss traveller to the Jardín Botánico Carlos Thays de la Ciudad Autónoma de Buenos Aires. The botanical gardens of Buenos Aires are another park designed by the landscape designer Carlos Thays.   They were inaugurated in 1898 and were given an award. They are located right in the heart of Palermo, beside Plaza Italia and the Zoo. The garden, which was declared a national monument in 1996, has a total area of 69,772 m2 (751,020 sq ft), and holds approx 5,500 species of plants, trees and shrubs, as well as a number of sculptures, monuments and five greenhouses. There are three distinct landscape gardening styles; the symmetric, the mixed and the picturesque, recreated in the Roman, French and Oriental gardens. The Botanic Library has 1,000 books and 10,000 publications from all parts of the world, which are freely available to visitors. The park also contains a Botanical Museum.

When we arrived at the metro platform, it was the first time I had been in a wooden train cabin. They are generally made of steel. It felt homely and very unique; a nice touch. Doing into the neighbourhood of Palermo extensively displayed how different residents lived in each area. I could tell this was a pushier area as the restaurants were a lot more expensive. In addition the sidewalks were spotless and the apartments were grand in design.

To illustrate how much I needed a large amount of sleep I missed some blatant jokes. The Swiss guy started recalling facts about the botanic gardens. I was listening but taking absolutely nothing in. It took Mike laughing to realise the Swiss guy had thrown some fibs in his storytelling. Sarcasm is a known language to me; proof that my need for sleep was immense. Another thing I recall is that we stopped at McDonald's. Mike ordered whilst I waited outside. A random fellow littered near me and as our eyes met he said something. I was not sure if it was an insult but memorised the words. His smirk and body language suggested so. Later I translated his words: "take (the litter) for yourself" and was proved right. I wondered what his problem could be? This was in addition to last week buying take out food at the Continental restaurant. There I received "you need to learn Spanish" and disappointed looks when I told them I was from England. Thanks for the warm welcome. I can understand the request to converse in their language but not detrimental overtures. Due to the Falklands/ Malvinas incident nearly thirty years back I expected some resistance. Was it that or my appearance not reassembling an Englishman? Maybe the best thing is to keep an open mind.

As the zoo was closed I got back late into the afternoon and headed up to the terrace with a travel book. After sitting in a deckchair the inevitable happened, I passed out through sheer exhaustion. My eyes opened only when the English traveller remarked: “I don't know how you can sleep with this going  on?” What was occurring was a large protest on the main street beneath us. Gingerly I watched for a while, mainly in awe of the crowds' passion. Nacho (staff) was calling me 'jungle man’ as my shirt was off and I was sunbathing. Now I do not have chest hair in the Magnum PI range, nor Rick Rude in the 90s but more so like Jake Gyllenhaal. Hmmm, a bit harsh I thought. Maybe it is the way here to have your chest waxed. I know the women promote this but in other areas! Take note people, the only wax I use is in my hair!

It was around this time I met Heidi and Amanda, (both American). These chicks were something else. In addition to being very attractive, I loved their warmth, their kindness and their sense of humour. Little did I know the three of us would be inseparable for over a week. With the girls being from the south I mimicked their accents by adopting a 'Foghorn Leghorn’ version. As with most Americans they replied with a ‘Harry Potter’ version. It was a good trade and brings a smile to my face whenever I think of them. Through out my travels there have been periods where I have met some incredible people and this was such an occasion. I truly was in love with their souls.

Seeing as this was a ‘Milhouse party night’ I decided to gate crash yet again. Not many people were up for going out but I enlisted William (American) and the English traveller. With the latter I was still bearing no grudges but my patience was being strained. Mike had made the switch to that hostel but wanted a night off. I ended up ‘gaming’ four British chicks and their South African friend. Now as it was five to three, we were at a disadvantage. Another minus: my ‘wingmen’ were not supporting me by not engaging the other four. At this time I was dancing with the ‘best’ one of the group to the sounds of Britney Spears. The things us men have to put up with just to get a leg across! Unfortunately coupled with her being drunk and her friends feeling left out, that was that. Contact details and ‘copped a feel’ swapped but gathered it was a losing battle. This was due to getting ‘cock blocked’ by some of her other friends and being told she was not single. The chick in question refuted this claim. Who should I believe? With occasions like this, sometimes it is better to bow out. As it was nearing clearing out time I headed back and to the terrace.
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