. Then you walk around checking out some of the other fancy tombs, it's a marvelous cemetery after all, and when some other tourists ask you where to find Evitas grave, you point them in the wrong direction. With a childish smile on your face, you leave the place and have a sandwich and empanada for lunch, before doing the following Google search "Who the heck was Eva Peron?" After optimizing your query, since it didn't match any documents, you find the following:To be Evita
Then you read a couple of paragraphs before you get bored, and start looking for some online Buenos Aires restaurant guide instead. It's feels like an Indian Curry Monday after all (as you may recall, the last one I had was back in mid-February in Bogotá, Colombia). Mumbai or Kathmandu, hmm..., lets try Mumbai tonight. Happy with your selection for now, you walk around the city simulating a "Japanese snapper" on a 24 hour whirlwind trip around Latin America. You burn out two fully charged camera batteries in a couple of hours, before you go to a cinema complex in Recoleta and watch Sahara with Matthew McConaughey playing Dirk Pitt, the Indiana Jones wannabe. You arrive a few minutes after the movie has started (to be honest, I hate when people arrive late at the movie), because the guy in front of you in the candy bar cannot make up his mind
. Sweet or salted popcorn? Sprite or Coca Cola? M&M's or Snickers? Hey dude, how hard can it be, I'm only trying to buy a bottle of water here! Then you say "perdón" about twenty times before you get to your seat, and find that it is already occupied (¿Cómo se dice? "Hey Señor, that's my seat! Move your ass, por favor!"). It takes another couple of excuses before you find an empty seat. You sit down and take a sip of your water, and after two minutes you realize that you are watching Crusaders and not Sahara. And the only reason you are not staying in your seat (which is not yours by the way), is because you watched the incredibly boring Crusaders back in Mendoza. Perdón, perdón, perdón, perdón... And repeat after me. You sprint across the hallway, and find the whole audience as well as Penelope Cruz staring at you through a car window from somewhere in Lagos, Nigeria. Perdón, perdón, perdón... Phew! After a couple of hours, you leave the movie theater thinking it was quite entertaining, but light years from a masterpiece. Kind of seen it before springs to mind. When trying to locate Mumbai, you accidently walk past the Microsoft office (your former employer) smack in the center of town. Only a broken motherboard throw away from Opera Bay (the coolest nightclub in town) and Puerto Madero with all it's fancy restaurants and bars. Strange you think, for once it's not located in some boring industrial area. Wouldn't mind working there one day, and have a nice apartment in lets say Recoleta. Seated at Mumbai, you order the typical Chicken Tikka Masala, and while waiting for your food, you manage to set the tablecloth on fire and have to run outside throwing it on the roof of a speeding Taxi
. That's what you may call hot and spicy. Back inside, you realize that nobody noticed, and wonder if you should try and explain in Spanish (or maybe even Hindi) or just try and get away with it. After a delicious meal you leave the place hoping that nobody will run after you and that you will maybe, just maybe, still make it to Heaven. It's getting late, but that's not a problem down here on a Monday, so you drop by some fancy bars like Gran Bar Danzon, Milion and Deep Blue on the way home. And then you mean fancy. Taking the last sip of your drink, you manage to drop and break the glass on the floor in Gran Bar Danzon. Everybody looks at you of course, but you are immediately served another drink for free. For a long second you ponder if that's a custom for any stylish and hip bar around the world, and if you should maybe try and pull the same trick again in the next bar on the list. Possibly a new and inventive way to get drunk for half the price in a fancy bar. Happy Hour with a twist you think, and then everybody will look at you as well. Leaving Deep Blue, ready for bed, you bump into a professional dog walker from Chicago who's been in Buenos Aires for five years. "Man, I tell you. I love it down here man. Fu#&%ing awesome man!" Man, what a friendly guy you think.
Then you go to bed that night and realize that you've been in Latin America for exactly eight months. And you cannot sleep because your head is full of random thoughts. Will you ever make New Zealand or parts of Asia on this so-called Round The World trip? Does it really matter when you are having a great time down here? You are more than halfway through your trip, what will you do when you get back home? Where is home, or at least where will home be? Is life just a bunch of coincidences or a series of related events? Does it really matter Einstein? What will tomorrow bring, ...maybe another Curry? Why can't you sleep?
So how do you spend a Monday when travelling around the world? Well, for example you wake up around 10AM and take a triple-S. Then you head out for breakfast (the meals I have made myself on this trip can be counted on one finger. Same as back home in other words. I am sure many of you know, but I am still a "potato boiler virgin". Anything but frying eggs or toasting bread is unknown territory to me, very similar to an unscalable mountain in remote Pakistan). Then you check e-mail across the street before you make your way to Recoleta Cemetery (a must-see and one of the biggest tourist attractions in Buenos Aires). And since you have plenty of time, you don't bother to check the information map, but instead walk around for hours trying to find the tomb of Eva "Evita" Peron. And when you find the tomb, you realize that you are only here because that's what everyone else comes to see (make your own sheep sounds here). You don't even know who she was, other than probably Argentina's most famous woman ever