So anyway sorry Argentina! I landed in Buenos Aires, made my way to my hostel. On arrival the bloke at reception gave me a steak empanada... Which looks like a pastie but it's fractionally better, (no offence Argentineans but they'll be in Greggs before you know it). Tasted good though unlike pasties. Sleeeeeep.
Day 2, Sabado- I slept TWELVE hours! Yes I think the last time I did that I was a newborn. The sun is shining and I am off to explore Buenos Aires. Man this city is big. I mean how have I been walking an hour and I've moved a centimetre on the map?! (noone comment on map scale please, or my geogers degree) Basically saw a few big/historical buildings, saw the river which is browner than Willy Wonka's chocolate river and found a park to lay in as the sun is out and it's 24degrees. Only for a bit though obvs as I'm "travelling yah!" Stumbled across San Telmo, this cool old part of town that is quite Spanishy, lots of cobbled streets, screw heels round here.
Back at the hostel, it's Saturday night!... And there's... Nothing happening. Its full of couples being coupley. Hmm. Shame as the hostel is clean and nice, bathroom stuff is all outside which I imagine is an arse in winter but it all looks very pretty. All of this is irrelevant though as I am billy no mates here. So I have decided to do one tomorrow night. On the plus side at least a quiet hostel has meant I can actually read up on Argentina and decide where to go, because y'know at home there was work, friends, marathon training... Well it just didn't happen.
Day 3, Domingo - I went for a run at 8.30am this morning. Love exploring a new city running. I saw 4 cars post crash and lots of police (not pretty), all the markets being set up and stumbled across an actual race. After scoffing free brekkie at the hostel I braved the subway (remind me never to moan about TFL) to see La Recoleta cemetery. Sounds morbid but it was pretty incredible these big monuments and tombs for each person. Lot of famous dead people in here too, including Eva Perón's (Evita's) tomb. Obviously I couldn't find it, it was a frigging maze. In the afternoon I went to San Telmo again as there was a market on which was enormous and chaotic. I was quite shocked at how much real fur is sold, some stuff still had heads on?! Just what I want a dead weasel face as a scarf. Sexy.
So in the evening I had a 10 hour bus journey to Cordoba. I got the subway again. really don't get this thing they do whereby someone comes along puts something in your hand then comes back 2 minutes later and you give money for it or give it back. I even saw a little girl do it tonight but she gave playing cards and took them back with money.. So basically an elaborate less invasive form of begging. Hmm.
So Retiro, where the bus station is, is insane. Retiro has a subway station, a few train stations and a bus station, so it makes Kings cross look like a village station. I eventually find my bus, thrust my online ticket at the bus driver, he starts asking me a ton of questions, I have no clue what he's saying, he lets me go on the bus, hurrah! I sense a lot of my Argentinean journey like this, I seriously need to learn some Espanyol. So on the bus, which is really a coach, it's essentially a school trip. They give you lemonade and a packed lunch. Though I had a huge sweaty man next to me which made it less like a school trip. They played some film which was godawful quality and Spanish subtitles so if you were any further back than 3 rows you wouldn't have known what was going on anyway. I saw my first favela not too far away from the station which reminded me I should really not complain about a film. It was really bad though.
And off to Cordoba I go... Adios Buenis Aires!
PS I forgot my camera cable and charger so can't put photos on just yet! #photofail
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