Feliz Cumpleaños - Happy Bday V
Trip Start
Dec 29, 2007
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Trip End
Ongoing
After roaming around BA burning up calories becoming ripped like a pirate dvd, a brief siesta was required aswell as the 3 s's. Given the occasion of Vanesas birthday (Jan 20th), we were nightbound on saturday. Our destination was La Parolaccia restaurant in Puerto Madero at 11 where we were due to link up with Aldana, Vanesas fellow amiga & accountant. It's a sweet area overlooking the Río full of the affluent folk. Argentines when going out on the town do not start eating before 10-midnight. The majority of clubs are open until 8-9am so pace yourself. We made our way across the city through chaotic traffic mainly due to the theatre show queues like Broadway. It was jammers on arrival so a half hour wait for a table was our penance before the munchies could be overcome. With time to burn, we took a stroll along the Río banks.
Plodding along, a striking characteristic of BA are the cobblestoned streets concentrated in the suburbs but visible throughout which drift you back in time to nostalgic rural Ireland
A few photos around Puente de La Mujer (Women's bridge) alongside the nearby cannons & it was time to return. Complimentary glasses of champagne were forked out for the wait, nice one. The menu had all the frills, in spanish but none the less appealing. Forget your 20 odd yoyos for a mini steak, a handful of veggies on a giant plate & a micro glass of house red. Oh no, here you get the full monty, a bakery of bread, a slap up steak, a sack of spudz, a greenhouse of vegetables & a vineyard of wine for half the price. Unfortunately the night couldn't be extended past 3 in the a.m. as we were due to head for Rosario @ 7, ouch. A taxi home minus the pocket raping of another 20 odd yoyos & it was lights out...
Plodding along, a striking characteristic of BA are the cobblestoned streets concentrated in the suburbs but visible throughout which drift you back in time to nostalgic rural Ireland
Andes like footpath
. This is coupled with the elegant tilework of the footpaths which resemble mini mosaics & where would the beauty of art be without the infinite stream of dogs**t. I mean these even rival Friars Walk for the most soiled pathways in modern times. Mr. Pooper scooper would clean up if his invention was mainstream here (pardon the pun). Additionally the uneven footpaths are crying out for maintenance. Trees have been planted every 20-30m on most streets but the roots have spread out & become so strong they are uprooting the tiles. Furthermore the buachaills working on power cables are destroying it & not revamping it to its original condition afterwards. They are about as flat as Jordan (not the country) - it's a compo claimers dreamland.A few photos around Puente de La Mujer (Women's bridge) alongside the nearby cannons & it was time to return. Complimentary glasses of champagne were forked out for the wait, nice one. The menu had all the frills, in spanish but none the less appealing. Forget your 20 odd yoyos for a mini steak, a handful of veggies on a giant plate & a micro glass of house red. Oh no, here you get the full monty, a bakery of bread, a slap up steak, a sack of spudz, a greenhouse of vegetables & a vineyard of wine for half the price. Unfortunately the night couldn't be extended past 3 in the a.m. as we were due to head for Rosario @ 7, ouch. A taxi home minus the pocket raping of another 20 odd yoyos & it was lights out...

