I’ve got blisters on seven of my toes. I, like some of you, have ten toes, so those three blister-free piggies are taking a lot of the strain of my hobbling at the moment; and I assume they will soon have blisters, too. It hasn’t really stopped me doing stuff, but it has slowed me down a bit. On Friday I went for a walk around the Reserva Ecológica, which is, as the name suggests, an ecological reserve. It sits between the blandly renovated Puerto Madero former dock area and the Rio de la Plata, and it’s kinda strange to be somewhere so countryside-y yet be so close to the throbbing city. Pleasant walk, though. Lots of birds that I don’t know the names of flapping around.
Then I saw a guy who seems to be a chair short of a wheelchair.
And to make the blisters worse, I had a good traipse around the rather wonderful Chacarita cemetery. The strange thing about this place is that there are little roads, and you occasionally see cars moving around, so it does feel a bit like you’re in a village of dead people, all living in ornate house with plaques on the front.
It has some underground areas, too (I don’t know the proper term, sorry); but it’s quite lovely down there.
Argentina’s favourite tango fellow, Carlos Gardel is buried here.
A few more random photos of the place…
And, tucked in neatly at the end, here’s
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