Nat and Beck Go Large!
Bank holiday Monday in BA and not a lot to do; fortunately, the market only runs at weekends, so there was no shopping to distract us today. After a rather long lunch in the local cafe, keeping one eye on the laundrette (we were all wearing the same cleanish clothes from yesterday), we managed to miss the 4 hour window that it is open for on bank holidays (no-one noticed the opening hours hidden behind the curtain), so headed to La Boca barrio to see the coloured houses. The taxi driver, however, decided to drop us tourists off at Boca Juniours stadium, so we decided to do the stadium tour while we were there. Some frizzy haired troll was our guide, and she introduced herself to the group and then proceeded to ask everyone where they had come from...mostly people from various South American countries, a couple from Brazil...but us Inglesas were ignored, cos obviously we didn't understand the question, what with all four of us having Spanish degrees. The stadium was a bit scruffy, and still hadn't been cleaned up from the match the day before. Wasn't a patch on Anfield, or even Burnley's ground according to Gnomie! We then went to the coloured houses, me, Gnomie and Lucy bought scarves to match our outfits of the week and then we headed back for our daily siesta. That night, we went to a local restaurant for a parrillada, which is basically a lot of meat..or so we thought. we didn't know (but do now) that it also contains a lot of unmeaty parts of a cow...glands as Lucy said, just as my face turned green. Needless to say, most of it got left and we stocked up on choc on the way home...much more satisfying. Today was our last day in BA, and our last day with Gnomie and Snoozy (that's Lucy, she loves her siestas). Spent 65 years in the post office trying to send home our purchases from the market, plus all the clothes we can't wear cos it's too damn cold, only to be told they only do 2kg packages from there, so we had to get a taxi to the other post office, which involved a near death experience when the driver didn't see that the lights had turned red due to the "f%cking tree" (his words). Eventually go our parcels off, it's going to be like Christmas when we get home to them all! Let loose by Cherise and Lucy for a couple of hours, we got a taxi to the Evita museum. He dropped us off and said there's two entrances, one just ahead, one on the street to the right. Cue us walking right round the block, map in hand, and finding the entrance about 2 metres from where he'd dropped us off...doh! Had a pleasant hour in there, then went to meet Cherise and Lucy for an Argentinian Subway (which are the same as anywhere else in the world). We then went shopping and stocked up on gloves and fetching woolly hats to combat the cold, before heading back to the hostel to pick up our clean clothes and pack for the 18 hour journey to Puerto IguazÃº. Said our goodbyes to the lovely Lucy and Cherise, will be so weird without them leading us to all the shops! Then we got a cab to the bus station...our bus was at 8pm, and we'd left a good 50 minutes for the 10 minute journey. However, some random president decided to shut off half the roads in BA, causing a major traffic jam, and us to nearly miss the bus! We eventually got to the bus station a couple of minutes late, Becky ran up to the counter to get our tickets and the woman screamed at me to run and stop the bus, which using my best Scouse-Spanish, managed to stop it pulling away! Piled onto the bus and it took us a good 10 minutes to catch our breath...well thought we'd be going back to the hostel for another night! Love Nat and Becks xxxx