BootsnAll.com, May 2003
In the economically-depressed city of Buenos Aires, Argentina in 2002, dealing with social unrest becomes a part of the journey.
From the trip blog: "The Global Trip 2004: Sixteen Months Around The World"
Posted: March 01, 2004
DAY 132: Lara was up all set for her last opportunity for our daily morning cheese, Gilmore Girls and Touched By An Angel. It being Saturday, The Warner Channel on our satellite TV was running cartoons instead, and so the only thing to do was pack our bags and clean out the apartment. Lara was still pretty angry that Luis yelled at us the morning before with false accusations instead of approaching it professionally—especially after all the problems we had with them that we let slide—and didn’t want Angramar Turismo to get any more satisfaction out of us. She made sure she packed the fairly heavy bottle of tomato sauce in her bag instead of just leaving it behind for the owner to have.
“I know it’s childish, but fuck them, I’m going to be childish.”
From the trip blog: "The Global Trip 2004: Sixteen Months Around The World"
Posted: March 02, 2004
DAY 133: In February 2002, I spent a day in Buenos Aires during a stopover en route to Antarctica. During that day, I wandered around the central part of the city, looking for a new camera to replace the one that had broken on me, seeing the main sights on the way. Just over two years later I was back in BA visiting the familiar sights, and everything came back to me—including the familiar words of spoken Spanish I had been accustomed to hearing four weeks before. After being in Portuguese-speaking Brazil for a month, I had to revert back to my broken Spanish speaking ways, although I still kept on saying “obrigado” instead of “gracias” ("thank you") and had to correct myself all the time.
From the trip blog: "The Global Trip 2004: Sixteen Months Around The World"
Posted: March 03, 2004
DAY 134: Two days prior, I was in Rio de Janeiro—a city of samba—but had flown to Buenos Aires, a city of a different dance: the tango. If there’s one thing to be associated with Buenos Aires, it’s the tango—however, if there’s another thing, it’s political demonstrations.
Posted: March 03, 2004
DAY 135: Outside the window, the sky was grey with a light rain coming down from rain clouds above. A look up the skylight in the atrium of the hostel, I saw raindrops on the glass. The weather sort of put a damper on the plan I had for the day: to go on a bike tour of Palermo, the middle-class neighborhood northwest of the city, full of scenic parks.
I was telling Pepo, the industrious French accountant that I met the night before about my need for a change of plans. He replied with a saying he had heard from others about the temperamental weather: “If you don’t like the weather, wait five minutes.”
Posted: March 04, 2004
DAY 136: I woke up in time to meet up for the meeting of a bike tour at 9:30. However, realizing that I had many chores to take care of before leaving Buenos Aires (and South America for that matter)—buying medicine for my irritated eyes and cough, doing laundry, checking out of my hostel and, of course, Blog duties—I was glad that I blew it off. I did however make time to experience the characteristic cuisine of Buenos Aires one last time. Aside from the steaks, my other weakness was for empanadas—a tasty treat found all over the city.