The Beautiful People, Tango and Polo
Trip Start Feb 15, 2006
67Trip End Feb 14, 2007
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The girls are prettier as well, which made wandering the streets of this thriving city even more enjoyable. I hear that 1 in 10 girls here have an eating disorder - well that must be somewhat different to the Gill and Alan eating disorder - we have found the helpings huge and have struggled not to pig out an all the Argentinian meat meat meat dishes. Have you noticed there are less photos of us in front of the scenery - quite simple, we would blot it out!
Wandering the streets,
We visited an amazing graveyard. Perhaps graveyard and amazing are not usually in the same sentence but this time they fit. It must be the most snobbish graveyard in the world. In fact it isnīt a real graveyard because no one seems to be buried there. Coffins are in full view. There is row after row, or better street after street
It will be interesting to see where they bury Maradona who used to play for Boca Juniors. We went to the Boca district or should I say republic because the residents declared it a free state some time ago, even before that other most famous Argentinian of them all.
We had been recommended to catch a polo match in BA and we managed to get tickets to semifinal day of the Argentine Open. This seems to be another sport that we invented that has been hijacked by Johnny Foreigner - this time Argentinians. All polo players in the world seem to have a handicap with 10 being to best - I think the English team boasts a couple of 7 handicappers - and we watched one of the Argentinian club teams, La Dolfina, which had three 10 handicappers with the poor fourth member only being rated 9.
The skills were amazing
as was the bravery of both the players and their ponies who often seemed to catch the ball right up the backside without turning a hair. We really enjoyed the day out and of course engaged in more people watching - ie the Hooray Joses who look very similar to the Hooray Henrys.
After the polo, the Tango. Tango seems pretty big in Buenos Aires with locals dancing the evenings away at dance rooms. We were advised that at least six lessons are needed before visiting such a place - even the most skilled partner cannot cover up for a beginner.
So, we visited a touristy Tango tea room and were wowed by the fancy footwork of these professional dancers with me wincing as the beautiful girl seemed to be doing everything possible to knee her partner in the nuts.
One observation of the city though, when the locals are not at work, they are the most helpful and pleasant. As soon as we took out the map somebody offered in perfect English to help us find what we wanted. On the other hand, once those locals were at work everything changed. Now they were complete jobs worths. Not at all helpful and sometimes downright misleading. Very strange. When we first arrived with all our luggage, our hotel receptionist explained very clearly that we had a booking but because we had not contacted her in the last ten days, she had canceled it. No she did not have any rooms, no she could not recommend another hotel, no she could not assist us ringing round any that we found in the guide book. Eventually, after our first row for ten weeks 24/7 - my fault of course!, we found a place to stay which turned out to be in a much better spot anyway, but this attitude was not the exception.
Next stop, Iguassu and those waterfalls.