8.55am - Big Apple
Trip Start Nov 03, 2009
20Trip End Dec 02, 2009
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There is not a cloud in the sky in Buenos Aires, but there are plenty in the hearts of its people. At least, that was my impression as I wandered around yesterday. Arrived safe and sound in the morning and was collected by the woman in charge of my transfers, Cecilia. She furnished me with an annotated map, pointed out some areas of interest that I could explore given that I had
I did a big circle up towards Government House, where Eva Perón addressed the nation, and the Plaza de Mayo, before heading down to the Obelisk, and weaving my way back through the shopping district towards the Place de San Martin.
I don’t feel I can judge the whole of this enormous city from a few hours of wandering round, and I’d like to come again, but a combination of jet lag, uncomfortable shoes (I brought the wrong flip flops, because I’m an idiot) and general culture shock resulted in me feeling quite pathetic come about 5pm. I trundled back to the hotel, looking for a restaurant nearby so I could just walk a couple of blocks back afterwards. Found a little place that seemed nice enough (they had wifi), and ordered a steak and half bottle of red wine. The guy seemed pretty unfriendly while he was taking my order, and made me change it because he said I’d ordered the wrong thing or something. I was beginning to feel very sad and very hungry (hadn’t eaten since breakfast on board the Heathrow/Sao Paolo flight) and had such an idea fixed in my head of delicious Argentinian beef and wine, and was so afraid it wouldn’t be nice when it came. I can always get room service if I’m still hungry, I told myself, trying to keep a lid on it.
As it turned out, when my steak came, it was a little overcooked, but it was the size of a human child, with tons of sliced potatoes (they have a weird definition of chips down here), perfectly fried, and a gorgeous mushroom sauce. I almost burst into tears with relief. It was bloody lovely. Drank another mini bottle of wine, ate all the bread they brought (and I don’t even like bread, but this bread was amazing), and eventually stumbled back to my hotel, feeling a thousand times better. Possibly low blood sugar may have contributed to my earlier emo-osity.
Must get on now, as Cecilia will be here shortly to collect me for the airport. Breakfast was utterly lush – pancakes with toffee sauce v unorthodox and fattening, but completely gorgeous. They also did teeny tiny frankfurters which were almost balls rather than sausages. Fun!