The hot streak continued today. I spent the bulk of the morning trying to figure out how to get tickets for a three day tour of Ushuaia, down in Tiera del Fuego. Of course, there are lots of available tickets .. but it’s the high season and the travel agencies are really pushing the prices up. So, the morning was spent mostly going between different travel agencies. Continue reading “Argentina .. Day 9”
Short entry today. It’s been oppressively HOT here in Buenos Aires. I mean -REALLY- oppressively hot. Today it climbed to 35C (95F), plenty of humidity.
Today, finally, I went with my father to see the house on Humboldt street. Continue reading “Argentina .. Day 8”
Finally, a day that I get up sometime before noon. Actually, I got up at 10:30, which is a pretty decent effort. I also finally get to give the antibiotic the heave-ho today, which makes me quite happy. For the record, Zithromax makes me sweat, which is not pleasant.
It’s a beautiful day out there. Continue reading “Argentina .. Day 7”
Today was a day to spend with family again. Mind you, I woke up at .. oh .. noon. I’m feeling back like my old self again, minus some horseness and an occasional cough.
Once I was able to rouse myself out of bed, the plan for the day was to go to Puerto Madero. Like Ghirardelli Square in San Francisco, Puerto Madero is now a walking mall full of shops, cafe’s, restaurants and art. It used to be the main port for all of Argenina, and the major dry dock. I grabbed a quick snapshot (below) which they had there in English:
So, loaded up with Zithromax (500mg, damned effective) for the third day, I’m feeling much better. I’m not ready to go out on a whirlwind tour, but Bea and Kragen (who wants to be called Javier .. his middle name) and I are going out to museums today. Bea’s been having headaches, so I want her to see one of the family docs, and hopefully we can do that today.
Ick.Â Bleaugh.Â Poo.
Sick me, in bed, for the day.Â Running a fever, and I know better than to tempt the fates by even trying to go out today.Â I’ll stay here at my grandmothers house and recover.
-Martin over and out
Today, I met up with Kragen and Bea Sitaker. They are both working their way around South America for a year-long trip of exploration. I know them through Kennita, and Erica, and a whole lot of other friends of mine … they seem to cross my social circle quite a bit .. and now they are even crossing my travel plans!
In any case, I met up with them at the apartment they are renting off of Calle Independencia, not too far away from Calle Florida (Of which I spoke so highly of yesterday.) So, it’s a natural to suggest that we all walk over there, and enjoy lunch at (where else?) Cafe Richmond! Continue reading “Argentina … Day 3”
What a DAY
It was a whirlwind your of the city, from the blocks around my grandmothers house with my father. Then on through to the biochemistry institute where he’s collaborating here, then onwards via the subway to all points in the city! Calle Florida is a long, long pedestrian mall street where everything can be bought and sold. Harrod’s of london is there, so is Burberry, and any other number of shops.
Fourteen million people live in and around Buenos Aires, it’s a HUGE metropolitan city. This street reflects that, with thousands of people milling through from one end to the other.
My dad and I stopped at the famous Richmond Cafe (Florida 460), a beautiful 1920’s era restaurant all done in wood paneling, for lunch. At 3pm. You have to admire the love these people have for eating late, and not doing ‘fast food.’ I had an absolutely yummy lomo (Filet Mignon) sandwich, and my dad had a chicken/veggie crepe. Finish it all off with some of the best sparkling mineral water and a good beer.
So, it’s time to start a new day. It’s a gorgeous, sunny day in Bs.As. and I think I’ll explore some of the area directly around my grandmother’s apartment today.
On Saturday I hopped on the noon flight from SFO to Atlanta, and from Atlanta to Buenos Aires .. Aaaaaargentina. It’s one heck of a trip .. four and a half hours from SFO to ATL, then an hour between flights, and then another nine and a half hours to Argentina. Oddly enough, I’m not all that tired, even considering how much flying I’ve done.