Buenos Aires: an incredible multicultural
city full of life and a pleasant surprise as we normally don’t like huge
cities. Luckily, Harry had an old school friend, Niccolo, who was living in BA
when we arrived and we were shown around all the hot spots, beautiful parks and
how to make real empanadas! If I could describe BA in one word it would
probably be empanadas... or mate... ok, empanadas AND mate!
The waterfront by the pier, Buenos Aires |
We continued to ask when it would be arriving and they
constantly lied by saying “in 30mins”. After 3 ½ hours sitting on our backpacks
waiting for the bus, we were extremely annoyed when no one apologized when the
bus finally turned up! Plus my veggie meal was not entered into the system
AGAIN! Useless company! What was meant to be a 16h bus ride ended up taking
22h! Not impressed!
After quick travelling from Cafayate to the Iguazu Falls to BA, it was nice to be able to stay at
Niccolo’s flat and just see BA from a residents point of view rather than
tourists’. We didn’t actually do much, more just walk around the city, see some
beautiful sights such as the parks and pier and cook food... A LOT of
food...again!
Reunion of two old school friends |
One of the many beautiful parks in BA |
Harry got a bit obsessed making
empanadas which are basically, pastry with whatever filling you like and they are
cheap and fun to make.
Home-made empanadas |
Another obsession (probably more
an addiction) was the drinking of mate, herbs in boiling water drunk
through a straw in the core of a vegetable such as a butternut squash. It’s
basically like drinking loose leaf tea except it gets you hooked (but it is not
drugs... at least that’s what we were told..no it wasn’t! I think.)
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Harry breaking in his new mate cup |
There a whole culture behind it.
Nearly everyone in Argentina is walking around with their mate cup and a flask
of hot water. People sit out in parks and drink a full cup and then pass it
back to the person who pours the water who then hands it to the next person.
Important rule: you only say ‘gracias’ when that cup will be your last,
otherwise you just take it, no ‘gracias’. Weird but its universally known. Glad
we had Niccolo as our guide.
We went to an amazing all-you-can-eat
buffet restaurant one evening called Brasas Argentinas on the waterfront (P90 ) and the food was superior to any other
buffet we had tried! There was a huge variety of food types such as a sushi
bar, salad bar, BBQ, pastas, grill etc. Immense, why did we keep eating like we
would never be fed again, I don’t know!
The glorious buffet at Brasas Argentinas, look at the Santa made of butter in the corner! |
For New Years Even, we met up with
our friend Nicoloas who we met in Parrot's Diver Centre in Utila for scuba diving who
invited us to his families country house outside BA where we got to enjoy an Argentinian BBQ and sing-along by the bonfire at mid-night. Again, far too much
food and wine but we just loved making excuses to do so (“hey, its New
Years...”).
Brief reunion of the Parrot divers |
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Harry jammin' away by the bonfire |
We were warmly greeted by Nicolas’
family who were absolutely lovely and great laugh, especially Nicolas’ baby
parrot which hilarious looked like a cross between a bare chicken leg and a
small dinosaur!
It looks like a baby pterodactyl |
We headed back to Argentina for a
couple more days before we set off all the way across the country to Mendoza in the west for, yup, more wine tasting!
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