Good Air, bad air....this place is cool

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Wednesday, January 13, 2010

There is a little delay in days as I stayed on a bus for around 3 days straight, coming out of the bus I still felt as beautiful as ever and smelling of roses, departed for a BBQ at the hostel where I met a friend from home, Mark (You are famous now pal!) .  This night I remember nothing bar the first 34.563876 minutes. The morning after many people were saying hello and smiling like they do when the previous night is a blur on my part. 

It is a really nice change to have some sunshine although it is a little sweaty for me.  There are some stunning parks and little side streets but the first day we just stumbled about looking for a place to stay.  Getting to Palermo, we saw that there were some vistas extrarodinaire.........in human form, so decieded it was a good place to pitch up.  We had to pick our bags up from the center and take them on the tube.  This was unfortunate for one little fellow having both Mark and my under arm in very close proximity to his face......poor guy.....although I think my rose petal smell counteracted any bad smells. 

I really enjoyed the second full day that we had in BA as we went to a place called Boca.  It is where the Boca stadium is and where Maradonna started his career.  It is such a funky little place as well.  There is a lot of colour and tango dancing, in addition, many models of famous people on balconies. Two of which I mistook Evita and hubby for Prince Charles and Di.
The stadium was a lot smaller than I thought it would be but it is easy to imagine the atmosphere that is generated.  The bars were quaint and as said before having Tango dancing helped the ambience although we were recommended a drink called Fernet which was "The most beautiful drink in Argentina and is made in Cordoba" (Maybe but it comes from Italy), I wish they had kept it in Cordoba, although the Cola was nice that went with it.  In the evening it turned out to be a heavy night once again and arriving home at 6 a.m. meant that I had about 4 hours kip.
The hang over day was nice and relaxed and thought it was about time we did something constructive, en la manaņa we go Skydiving.........This is dissapointing because I am writing this now due to the rain outside and not being able to dive.  :(  Norman is really upset, but we intend to do it in a couple of days. So instead we stayed in the hostel for a relaxing time in the cemetary to see Evita, although all I think I saw was many of the typical chinese people with their cameras bunched around the grave.
There is something about Buenos Aires that makes you want to party, or maybe it is just Mark :) and being a Saturday we were not going to let down the nightlife's offerings so went for another couple of shandys and a shindig in the bars.

There is a famous market in BA, I think, called San Telmo market, selling a lot of original products Mark and I bought a t shirt each of which was hand decorated, with famous people.  The most leather I have seen in one market I believe and a sweet old lady banging on pots for money (we have a new career mum). 
Then an early night as the next day (monday 18th Jan 2010) is a definite skydive.

I skydoved......woop woop (I say skydoved because, as marky pointed out an american girl in the hostel (wearing a harvard top) said this exact word).  I was still quite tired as we had to rise at 7.30 a.m. which is not as easy in BA due to alcohol intake and heat riden nights. Our driver Oscar did not quite have the brain of a turtle, as in he was not the best at direction, and we had many Isreali's to collect along the way.  Initially wanting to hurry up but then arriving back at the same spot to collect more people while Oscar took some food, "Why did we not just wait there?"




I now understand that holding your arms to your chest is not only for your safety but for the safety of the guy behind.  They took each of us up one at a time and there were 4 Isreali's, 3 Engleses (Mark, I and a very interesting Docter who stood waving his arms backward and forward constantly - after a while I thought I was going to have a nervous breakdown and advise him to change career, instead I jumped).  The plane ride up is the worst of the whole journey,
1000 meters - "Oh sugar, am I really jumping  that high?".........NO, higher.
2000 meters - I have nothing to say to the guys here as I am not in a right state of mind to.
3500 meters - I have been religiously reborn
4000 meters - No time to prey, your jumping.
Attached to a guy in a very precarious position I was meant to keep my hands next to my body (like I was told) but I have just been pushed out of a plane and all my intelligent thoughts (!!!!) flew out the window with me but in a different direction. Trying to find gound to walk on I have now seen myself (thanks a technology called a DVD) flail like a 9 year old girl, called Pansy. This lasts for as long as you like but it should only be for the initial 3 seconds, while your name is Pansy, after which you find gold but in a different way, awsome!!!! 


IF and only IF I were given the choice to "groundhog" one day in my life this would be it. On the same night we were informed about a band called La Bomba playing every Monday in the same place.  The cue was very much worth the wait and the crowd was just immense......I have been to festivals and parties before but these guys have something else - Will be a recommendation of James' Planet.


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vickicooper on

I thought La Bomba was fantasmic too, getting right up to the front so you can almost get sweated on by the guys banging away on their drums. I really liked BA aswell and cannot wait to get my ass back there so I can do some more tangoeing.

Oh, and you're a big pansy on the skydiving front!

Ann on

Fernet is Fernet Branca - an Italian hangover 'cure'. You might like this reference to its powers
Bill Cosby once told the story of traveling in Italy and growing frustrated at not being able to understand the menus. Embarrassed at being treated like a child by waiters, Mr. Cosby set out to order at random, assuming that whatever came would be edible. Which is how a barbecued sparrow, complete with head, beak, "feet and toenails intact," ended up staring at him from his plate. Mr. Cosby felt compelled to eat his mistake, but how? In the best American fashion, he made a sandwich of it: "An American can eat anything on the face of this Earth as long as he has two pieces of bread." Alas, once the bird was in his stomach, it sat there, a stubborn rebuke to Mr. Cosby's pride. Alka-Seltzer did nothing to help. Gaseous and bloated, the comic finally resorted to the local cure for gastric distress, drinking a shot of the bitter digestivo Fernet-Branca. "The bird saw what was coming, and started running," Mr. Cosby joked. "And I started running."

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