Day 141 – Tuesday 7th February 2006
Arrving in Buenos Aires airport was a totally different world. Panama had been pretty up to date, but Buenos Aires was basically Europe. The people looked more European, the roads were smooth, the buses were modern and the city looked perfectly clean. To say Panama City had/was none of those things would be unfair, but Buenos Aires took it to the next level.
As I went through immigration I was a little concerned about not having an onward ticket out of Argentina, but in the event of it the lady who stamped my passport never asked about onward tickets, or even seemed bothered that I was there. I just flashed my maroon British Passport and through I went. The Brits. Gotta love them.
Agustin, one of the Argentine lads I had met in Nicaragua had offered to let me stay with his family, so when I arrived in the centre of town I called them up and his sister Lucia came out to pick me up.
After a little confusion in the meeting place we eventually bumped into each other and she drove me back to her house, about 20kms outside Buenos Aires. I was pretty tired so after saying hello to the family and having a chat, my eyes began to close. I had a kip for a few hours. When I woke up I had my first taste of Argentine beef, a nice fillet, juicy and thick, with some salad to go with it. Excellent it was too!
After lunch Lucia and her mum took me out to show me some of San Isidro, the barrio in which they live.
A few hours of driving and wandering around was enough for one day, so we went back to the house to relax. Agustins Dad, Martin played football every Tuesday night, and it so happened that this evenig they were one player short. Well I couldn’t refuse a game of six a side with some Argies now, so I donned my shorts and Hi-Tecs. Turns out that at local level they are not such dirty footballers as their national team. Nor are they as good. Plus they use a really odd ball that doesn’t bounce, so it is virtually impossible to miscontrol the ball when it is passed to you. Which was good for me, not having played for six months more or less.
My team won a pretty easy game in the end, but you wouldn’t have known it was such an easy game from the amount of sweat that was pouring off everyone. We statred at about half ten and finished up at about midnight, which is a pretty ridiculous time to finish a game of football, but it is hard to play earlier as it is just too hot.
Do you still have the touch Jonesy!!!!!!!!
I remember you being super sub for the Jolly Boys in cambridge, coming off the bench and scoring every game.
Where are you planning to go next!!!!!
Hey there my Gringo friend!!
Site amazes me everytime! I’m back in the homelands from the States for 6 wks now, so I’ll catch up on your antics from the last few weeks! Sis left 2 wks ago, now in Oz on a similar campaign to you! (Check it out: http://www.getjealous.com/jenbec)I will mail you with my detailed news & pics soon. Off to the Boro with OC mit Jokster in the moro! Carnage!!!
Oh and those 2 chicks you mailed me were F@”#kin HOT as you like!! My pics to follow!!!
Smithy: Of course I still have the touch mate, form is temporary, class is permanent!
MM: Checked out Becca site, looks like she is having a wicked time, I left a message on her board saying hello. Not very imaginative I am afraid! Have a class weekend in Boro and fill me in with the details on Monday. And who were those two chicks in that photo?
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Another long bus journey for me this evening, am heading down to Rio Gallegos near the end of the world. From there I am going to the most southerly town in the world, Ushuaia.
checked out a website on Ushuaia. It looks pp smoothie