I’m typing from my hotel cell, lying in bed with a bluergh feeling in my mouth, the sniffles, a bit of a foggy head, and a cough. If I were in a smaller, quieter city, I’d probably go out for a walk, but it’s so busy in Buenos Aires, that all I wanna do is lie here and wait for the Liverpool game on telly.
I’ve mostly ignored doing touristy stuff for the last couple of days. I just kinda sauntered around, really. I saw the Casa Rosada where Evita asked that folks don’t cry for her. That kind of stoicism is something that I can’t fully achieve, though…
I know I’ve not been in the best of moods here, but from what I’ve seen, I’m not sure Buenos Aires lives up to the hype it seems to get. Still, I’m not a huge fan of tango and eating steak at 11pm, so maybe I’m not the best person to give an opinion. It’s just incredibly busy all the time here. Millions of cars and buses. Even with the wide pavements, there’s a ton of pedestrians to negotiate. I did see the ultimate slow-down-pedestrian-traffic configuration though. An old man who seemed to have arthritis or something. He was pushing an old lady in a very crappy wheelchair. She was holding a dog leash. On the end of that dog leash was a fat bastard of a dog with really short legs, waddling along. He was wearing a muzzle. And when he saw another dog on the pavement, he’d dash in front of his owner to back and snarl at it.
But, I’ve tried to slow down and enjoy life a bit. I’ve spent a lot of time in cafes, watching the world go by. I’ve especially enjoyed watching the old men, and imagining them as fictional Argentinian football managers. Him in the pink shirt and greased back hair… he got sacked after three months after an argument with the much-loved captain. Him in the grey suit with white hair and a cigarette… he got sacked after eight days when he was discovered to have been boning the football federation chairman’s wife. Him with the black polo shirt, bitchin’ moustache, and a blonde companion half his age… he won the World Cup. It doesn’t take much to amuse me, obviously.
Anyway, I’m heading down south tomorrow morning. Here’s a bunch of random pics of Buenos Aires.
Not certain about this, but I think this is something to do with the Dirty War. It says something about those two guys being militants, abducted by state terrorism. Sorry, my Spanish isn’t good enough to fully understand, so if anyone knows what it really says, let me know.
These two women were sat a couple of tables apart, and looked like twins, like bookends. I was busted taking the second photo, thus the blurriness.
And here’s a bunch more from the cemetery.
Not often you see statues of breast-feeding, is it?
Guess who’s grave this is…
Is it wrong to think a statue on a tomb is kinda cute?