From Buenos Aires through the Pampas
Trip Start Sep 19, 2011
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So we stayed on board another night and set off next morning for our camp site in Puerto Madero. Actually this is a very upmarket development 5 mins from central Buenos Aires and next to a nature reserve. The camp is just the side of a very wide road with a pedestrian boulevard filled with stalls and eateries. And its free. The only downside is that the road is booked out to boy racers from midnight onwards.
Anyway it’s a great place to walk into the city from and see what Buenos Aires has to offer. Interesting rather than stunning was our view, except for the Tango of course which I can now disclose is not an orange based refreshment, nor the chief supporter of Sheffield Wednesday, but is actually a very sexy kind of dance where the man not only gets to hold his partners breast, but is also allowed to do many things to her which owing to the strict censorship laws in this van cannot be revealed.Every street corner seems to have a demonstration and to be fair they’re all pretty good
Surprising to us no one speaks English either so it can only get worse as we go south.We are resurrecting our study programme with all speed.
On the third morning about an hour after the boy racers had gone home there was further activity on the road, as stalls, portaloos and water stations were set up around us. All other parked vehicles had mysteriously disappeared and we were
apart from the stalls completely alone. We quickly discovered from some passing policemen that we were parked on the route of the Buenos Aires marathon, but every cloud has a silver lining as they say and the appearance of a couple of portaloos within a few yards was too good to miss in view of our strict rules about Number 2’s in the van.
I’m sure the organisers hadn’t anticipated that Stall Number 1 might be occupied for in excess of 15 minutes, and I’m sure the elite runners who came through shortly after didn’t appreciate it either. As they knocked on the door many of them seemed to believe that I was that canny Scotsman Neilly Dunn
One bloke had the temerity to ask Janet if he could use our bathroom.
Anyway we whiled away a couple of hours clapping them all through.
Early on Monday we set off slowly going generally South but with no destination in mind. Sometimes when you do this you find little gems but we found Tandil. Its by a lake and that’s about it. Also its freezing cold and we genuinely didn’t expect this type of weather, and it really inhibits the spirit of adventure. Although its coming in to Summer we are travelling away from the sun and we are headed to Ushwaiya in Tierra Del Fuego, a small matter of 2800 kilometres. So if its cold now…perish the thought