Trip Start Aug 03, 2010
152Trip End Feb 01, 2012
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Where I stayed
Camped in Rover
We stayed at the municipal campground set in the midst of the city, in the community park complete with amphitheater, skateboard park, basketball courts and lots and lots of bbq stands. We were pleasantly surprised that the night was more quiet than we anticipated, even on the weekend.
We shopped at the huge superdupermarket down the street from the park. It seemed surreal after stores in Bolivia which are often just a window or a door from which you can look inside, browsing the isles is rarely an option, just let the shopkeeper know what you need and they’ll get it for you if they have it. We heard that Argentina was one of the more expensive South American countries, but after Bolivia we experienced some serious sticker-shock, prices are similar to home. We lamented not filling Rover to the gills with groceries before we crossed the border.
Our plans of leaving town were waylaid when were the recipients of some Argentine generosity. Koky, the owner of a really cool 1962 Mercedes motor home parked in a campsite near us, invited us to a bbq the following day, so we decided to stay another night. He also showed us inside his magic bus, it has all the comforts of home (standing room, full kitchen, seating, heaters, etc). Steve and I dream of traveling in it, living a life of luxury… sigh.
BBQing is a weekly event for many Argentines, more beef is consumed here than any other country. Weekends are the time for families and friends to gather and spend a day together. Our bbq with Koky (and his family and friends) was nice, a variety of meat and wine and good company. We were also happy to have a large collection of campground dogs to toss the bones to, Koky is a big sucker for puppy dog eyes, like me. He speaks little English, but is good at using a variety of words (in hopes that we might recognize one) and talking with his hands and drawing pictures to help with translations, I wish it was that easy speaking to everyone.
The following day was Sunday, apparently THE day for bbqing. The park was full with hundreds of people grilling, the smell of meat filled the air and mingled with the sounds of revelry. It reminded me of 4th of July (minus the fireworks), which happens to be just a couple of days from now.
Onward and upward we go - toward the little finger of northeast Argentina to see the great Iguazu Falls.