The best character strolling around is a Albert Einstein look alike, in his disheveled later years. I have to mention that Janet has a not so small obsession with the elderly, he normal response to seeing an old person is "awwww, he's cute, I like him." The plane gets delayed another hour and we end up napping. Alby actually wakes us up to let us know there was a gate change and we stumble down to the other end of the terminal. For the next two hours there are delays to the point that the airline brings out snacks and sodas it the disgruntled soon to be passengers. We finally get on the plane and we're all in center seats, Janet in the front, me behind her and Amber behind me. I have never seen a more happyface than that of Janet when Alby sat down next to her and said hello in his thick Argentine accent. Apparently he is a concert flutist who was on his to perform outside of Buenos Aires. Amber's face was the opposite when midway through the flight i turn around and the person to her side had mummified herself in her blanket and secreting odd noises the whole flight.Buenos Aires is a beautiful city full of statues and amazing architecture. We check into Hotel Alchazar in the down town area and the man hands us a set of dungeon keys for our triple room. A triple room consists of three single beds one foot apart from eachother, a closet, and a bathroom. The bathroom has a sink, a toilet, bidet and a shower head with not even a shower curtain to separate the four. It also comes equipped with a drain in the floor and a 4 foot tall squeegee to carve a path to the door through the moat the accumulates while you shower. due to an odd combination of peer presure and curiosity Janet and I both tried the bedit. We tested the shower and beds then went out for the night around 8 for dinner and drinks.
We end up bar hopping and getting apps at a few places that were boarder line empty. One of the highlights was going into the Musem de Jamon and asking to sit at the bar. The angry hostest reluctantly allowed us to sit there then stood at the end of the bar sips soda out of a glass like a strange bird and stared at us. The reason we had so much trouble finding a bar is that Argentinians eat dinner at 11 and go out to bars around 1 or 2 and go to clubs at 3. We were at least two hours early on every one of these events. Amber was sit tired from the flight and head to bed, Janet and I continued to taste the local flavor. On the plus side we had had a full night of drinking before we got to Bahriem, a disco that a waiter recommended and drew us a map to on a napkin. The club was a old bank and the main room has huge cathedral ceilings that loud remixed 80s song blare through. Drink of choice: Vodka and Speed. After a little while I leave Janet dancing between two gay men and wonder downstairs into a giant electronic dance party. Next thing I know its about 5 am and I'm drenched in sweat. I'm suddenly worried that i haven't seen Janet in three hours to I rush up stairs to find Janet sandwiched between the same two guys. We ended up leave the club soon after that despite it was still pack with people.Day 2, time to get some BA culture. We get into a cab and this conversation happens in Spanish:
Janet: Can we go to Palermo
Cabby:ok
5 minutes goes by
Cabby: Where do you want to go?
Janet: Palermo
Cabby: Where?
Janet: Palermo
Cabby: Yes, Where?
Janet: Palermo
Cabby: We're in Palermo, where are you going?
Janet: I don't know
Cabby pulls over, we exit.
We spent most of the day walking around Palermo going in shops and parks. The first park we went into was a botanical garden full of statues, pools, trees, flowers and cats. Finding this odd I looked it up in the lonely planet book and found this description: "Jardin Botanico Carlos Thays, which will appeal to both botanist and cat-lovers(it's full of feral felines)."
After a fairly uneventful day we head back to the hotel. About three blocks away we hear load music and horns. We turn the corner onto our street to find a giant parade with hindered of people dressed up dancing and signing. We walk around and take some pics then head in. This parade lasted another 5 hours going back up and down the street and finally ended just before 10. We attempted to go out later this night, got some steaks at a restaurant then drank wine at the hotel until it was time to hit the clubs.We roll out of bed around one missing out 10am check out and having to pay for half a day. Vodka on the rocks is Janet's Nemesis and she spent the whole day trying not to throw up in public. Luckily we had a 6 hour bus ride to Mar de Plata. After much confusion trying to get a bus and thinking we missed it cause it was an hour late we finally leave. The buses down here are amazing. They're two stories, chairs are extra wide, they recline to almost flat, there's a thing that folds down from the seat in front of you and goes to the front of your seat for your legs to rest on and they show Will Smith movies, we've watched The Pursuit of Happiness and I am Legend.
We get to Buenos Aires around 11 and Claira pics us up. Claira and I worked at the Maggy in Breckenridge last year and is going to be one of my roommates this winter. She brought us to a hostile and then to a friends house for an Argentinian BBQ, which is cooked in a huge brick BBQ outside the house all day long. So we hung out with 17 of her and her brothers friends eating Delicious meat until 3 am before returning to the hostile. The next day Claira toured us all over town. Mar de Plata is a beautiful ocean side town which is know for its crowded beaches and bumping night life... in the summer.
Those frams on the beach are closed in cabanas in the summer, familys rent them out for the whole season so you can keep all you beach gear at the beach. This time of year is like vacationing to Wolfeboro in April. Most of the business were closed, the beaches were empty and the town was empty of people. So we got on a bus... for 23 hours.Next Stop: Bariloche
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