Tell me why I don't like Sundays

Trip Start Apr 17, 2006
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Trip End Jun 14, 2006


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Sunday, May 28, 2006

Sorry, sorry, I know that quoting Bob Geldof's only known song is no way to win friends, but I feel that the clever twist, so subtle you may not have even noticed it (here's a clue: I changed "Mondays" to "Sundays"), renders it sophisticated enough for inclusion herein.

However, you don't need to tell me why I don't like Sundays, cos I'm gonna tell you: it's cos everything is closed. I was looking forward to visiting Basavilbaso for two reasons: firstly, its history of trains (trains!), and secondly, it's history of a Jewish community. I had thought this latter feature might mean there would be a few people about on a Sunday, but once again I had been deluding myself: I later found out that "the large Jewish population" had by now dwindled to really rather a small one... Would I have to thumbtwiddle away the rest of the day away until Monday? Fortunately not: late in the afternoon I spied a dim light in the window of the tourist office, and further investigation confirmed that it had indeed opened. I made friends with the guy within, Ariel, who was my same age, by getting him to recommend me some Argentian music to take home with me. After a while, Ariel saw the boss outside, and waved him in to introduce me (whether the novelty was that I was foreign or simply that they had a customer, I'm not sure). Upon seeing the list Ariel had made, the boss, a somewhat older and more rotund man, shook his head in despair and took it upon himself to make a new list for me ("the trash these young people listen to these days..." etc. etc.).

When Monday came round, the place sprang to life. OK, no, you've got me, I'm exaggerating - lets say then that it gently stirred. Ariel showed me around in the morning (there are two very old sinagogas here, and I met a few of the bigwigs in the local Jewish community) and then I headed onwards to my next destination, Concepcion del Uruguay. Halfway there, I stopped at Palacio San Jose, the grand former home of General Urquiza, one of Argentina's great historical figures, and made Concepcion in time for dusk (it's getting boring, I know, but I can't fiddle the truth).
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