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We arrived in B.A after a very long and uncomfortable plane journey (don't fly Air Europa) on Wednesday and set about getting the bus into town, which wasn't the easiest task with our limited Spanish but we finally made it to our hostel.
We were staying in a smallish hostel which had no English speaking guests and only one bathroom so we were immediately thrown into the travelling lifestyle. After a quick power nap and shower we headed out into San Telmo, we had some wine on the river and then found a parrilla (grilled meat) restaurant. We had both been very keen to get plenty of steak on this leg of our journey so devoured two large pieces (Helen beating me was a low point for me) we washed it down with some Malbec which they offered Helen the chance to taste before serving (another low point).
We spent the next few days pounding the streets viewing the sites that B.A had to offer including the cemetery that houses Evita as well as the local zoo, with many stops for drinks and ice cream along the way. I had read that B.A had a big café culture where the locals spend hours putting the world to rights. I tried to engage Helen in such conversations only to be told this is not what we do and to start talking about Geordie shore again....
We had been advised by quite a few people to go to a restaurant called La Cabrera which is very popular and well known, as well as having a special offer on early in the evening making it perfect for those on a budget. We arrived to find a queue already forming so joined the ranks and perused the menu. Once inside we ordered only to be told by our waiter that we had too much food and that we should half our order (not the only time we would be told this). The huge steak arrived and we realised now what the waiter had meant and were grateful we had taken his advice. This was easily the best steak I had eaten and with the offer they had on, also reasonably priced.
On our last night we decided to take in a tango show, unfortunately this came with a lesson so we had to strut our stuff before we were allowed to eat and enjoy the professionals. We arrived with our 4 left feet in tow only to find that we were naturals. I have since wowed many a local with my tango dancing feet and am thinking of changing my career. After our show we went into the main room for dinner and we were hoping to be seated next to a south African couple we had been chatting to beforehand but our luck was out and we were sat on a table with 4 Canadian OAPs. I said sarcastically to Helen on the way to the table "this will be barrel of laughs" but I was proved completely wrong. All 4 of them were fun and humourous, and drank us under the table. We found out that they were scheduled to have done the lesson but bottled it so they were very jealous when I showed off our tango certificates. One of the Canadians, Chuck, decided after I showed the table some moves that I should definitely get on stage and start to use the name Tomaz. We also found that one of them has some family who lived in Hawkhurst which is where Helen's parents live and is the tiniest place so this was very strange.
We now head to Mendoza in search of even more wine. Our time in B.A was fun (and tiring) but never a hungry moment.
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Michael Pilkington Sounds like a great start to your adventures!! The steaks look brilliant and that bottle of beer you have Tom is unreal. How many pints in that?! Love the blog. Stay safe and have fun.