Buenos Aires 18102011
After all the activities to date its time to play
tourist. Lars and I opt for the City open-top bus tour OAP tickets for
Argentinians only,
Peter heads off for the train to Tigre 40p for 1
hour train ride up-river, and Thomas as ever empties our wallets yet again and
goes of “Meat” shopping.
The sun maybe out but the wind whistling through the
top of the bus is freezing. We are informed of the many Architects who
designed
this building and that, the various Statues and
Parks donated by different nations to celebrate the centenary of the Argentine
revolution
who owned which palaces etc. We pass the palace of
the Peron's with a massive statue of Eva in front, the English Tower and
opposite the memorial to the Argentinian soldiers who died in the
Falklands/Malvinas war.
Tin
house
The flower that closes at night
Three hours later we decamp and crossing one of the
many 14 to 20 lane boulevards with their parks in between the
groups
of lanes we head down a two kilometre pedestrian
street full of shop and arcades in search of a pressure cooker for
Thomas.
Spring is
here
Monumental
Enooormous
We find one but the valve is missing and we are
informed by the Staff of this enormous department store its only one they
have
and they can’t find the valve. We abandon our search
and head for lunch in of the many Café’s enroute. An omelette and a beer and we
set off back to the yacht.
Thirsty Cardinal
Lars and Thomas head out for their date with the
port authorities to get our permit to go from Argentina to the Malvinas and
return,
I stay aboard to download pictures and catch up on
my blogging now the battery has been recharged on my computer.
The sun of the morning gives way to the gathering
clouds that darken as the day progresses. First a few drop herald the
arrival
of rain then the heavens open to a true tropical
storm, hatches shut we retreat below. Eventually the storm passes and we make
for the Club
for a shower and dinner before and earlyish night
ready for our departure from Buenos Aires in the morning.
Bob the blog.
