Buenos F**king Aries

Trip Start Oct 02, 2009
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Friday, December 18, 2009

Buenos f**king Aries is the only way to describe this place! Arriving in from Mendoza we were aware of what lied ahead because of what people had been telling us, but it turned out to be crazier than we thought. Perhaps in some way due to the fact a rule was made on that bus trip that there would be no dodging in BA, Pa's idea because he's a hard man. We arrived on Friday the 18th with staying for Christmas in mind & perhaps somewhere else for New Years...we didn't leave until the 2nd. We booked into the new Millhouse hostel, a few minutes walk from the original Millhouse. Every night of the week there was some form of party in either of the two hostels, it was impossible to take it easy.

Home to 13 million people, BA is one of the biggest & probably the craziest city we've been in so far. Our first morning in BA we went to the see the 'Obelisk', a moden monument placed in the center of Plaza de la Republica, on BA's main street '9 de Julio'. It is one of the main icons of the city & stands at 67 metres. Also, the main street, 9 de Julio is huge with a total of 20 lanes, once used to be the widest street in the world.

Saturday night was the start of the mayhem in BA, as we went to creamfields in Parque Roca. We got our first glimpse of how huge this city is in the taxi ride to the venue. It took us 45 mins to get there even though the taxi driver was doing 100kms per hour through the streets, weaving in & out of  cars, it was like something you'd only see in Grand Theft Auto! Steve was not impressed in the backseat, holding on for dear life, Pa on the otherhand was like a dog with his head out the window, loving it. Creamfields turned out to be excellent, we went to see Darren Emerson first, & then Richie Hawton on the main outdoor stage before the headline act Tiesto. On the way to the main stage, Steve was bursting & didn't have time to find the jacks so he pissed up against a door of a fire truck, no bother on him, until he woke the fireman sleeping against the door on the inside of the truck, let's just say he wasn't too impressed & when he put on the siren, a quick exit to the main stage was made. Tiesto came on stage at 3am, & he turned out to be better than expected. He really got the crowd going throughout the whole 3 hour set. Steve was spotted standing up with his eyes closed during Tiesto's version of 'otherside' by the chillies, the 'non measures' of vodka were catching up on Steve & Brian, moreso Steve. Tiesto played until just after 6.am as it was getting bright around us, an impressive sight in fairness. This was one of the main highlights: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9eIgZxD8wXI
We got back to the hostel around 8a.m. which was to be a recurring theme over the next 2 weeks...& here the first of the arguments started...

Our experiences of clubbing in BA started with a Curran hupscuttling himself down a set of stairs & finished in the same way. It was our first monday & the club was across the road from the old Millhouse. It was a right proper sweatbox, (as were the majority of clubs in BA). At one stage they were handing out ice-cream on the dancefloor at 4a.m. Pa was the first Curran to meet his waterloo, falling down the same set of stairs within minutes of eachother in this club. The bouncer couldn't understand how he could do it twice, didn't suprise Brian as a while later he spotted Pa racing down the stairs again to the dancefloor when a good song came on...

The first proper touristy thing we did came on the Tuesday afternoon when we visited the Cementario de la Recoleta. It is a famous cemetery located in the exclusive Recoleta neighbourhood.The Cemetery includes graves of some of the most influential and important Argentinians, including several presidents, scientists, and wealthy characters. Internationally, Eva Perón is the best-known person buried in this cemetery. Each grave is like a little house. It's one of BA's busiest attractions & is worth seeing although at the end of the day it is still a graveyard & perhaps shouldn't be as touristy as it is. Here we saw the graves of two Irish men.

On wednesday the 23rd about 16 of us did the 12 pubs of BA in the Palermo area of the city. That day an Aussie called Steve Collins booked into our room so we invited him along. He's the image of Alan from 'The Hangover' and a character as well. Our first pub was O' Sullivans where we met a fella from Carlow on holiday who bought us all a pint. After O' Sullivans we passed a clothes shop that had a DJ playing live, too good an opportunity to miss so we all piled into the little shop & went dancing to the music, the staff hadn't a clue what was going on but saw the funny side of it. Later on in the crawl we met EJ, he arrived in BA that day, plenty more boozing with him over the next week...Steve reckons he beat the two boys as he made the 12 pubs, whereas Brian & Pa only made 10, but we're calling it even as the 2 boys had a few pints before Steve even started...The next day we woke to find Collins sleeping on his mattress in the middle of the floor, he had taken it down from the top bunk in the middle of the night so he could be directly under the fan, it was like something you'd see in the hangover...

Steve headed to Pacha on Christmas Eve with a crowd from the hostel, & as the clubs keep going all night, he got home at 9a.m. Christmas Day. Brian & Pa got up to go to mass, but got to the church as it was finishing and the gates were being locked...it's the thought that counts. The Millhouse put on Christmas dinner for about 30/40 of us around 4p.m., the food wasn't great but good to get turkey all the same. The Irish in the hostel got a good sing song going during the dinner, rest of the day was spent with everyone by the bar in the hostel.

Stephen's Day was a day for lazying about, again the Millhouse had a DJ in that night. At 11pm, the boys at home will love this, Steve went for a shower & never came back down, he hopped in to bed for himself for the night. His excuse was he didn't get back from Pacha until 9am the morning before, not good enough. Pa & Brian went to a club in Palermo called Roxy with a crew from the hostel, it turned out to be a great night, the DJ was excellent, but it was also the hottest sweatiest club we've been in. Brian had to literally drag Pa off the dancefloor at 7.50 am to go home, the last few to leave the club. When we got back to the Millhouse we had breakfast & Brian went to bed. Pa was later seen asleep on the breakfast table holding a note in his hand which read 'Please wake me for Villa match at 10.30a.m.' He would have been better better off asleep as he stormed out of the TV room when arsenal scored their 3rd!

Monday the 28th we went out to Boca for a tour of 'La Bombonera', Boca Juniors home ground. One regret we had was we didn't get to see a match as the season finished a week before we arrived, it was good to get the tour though, we got to see the dressing rooms, press area, stands etc... That night we went to a samba drum show called 'La bomba de Tiempo' in a warehouse called Konnex, there was about 2,000 people there, again an absolute sweatbox, but a great show & they really got the crowd going for the last hour.

The next day we started drinking at 4.30 for the Villa - Liverpool match. Someone came up with the bright idea of playing drinking games for the match, there was the 3 of us, Tom & Paul from London & Dave from Cardiff. 3 Liverpool & 3 Villa. Some of the rules were scrapped at half-time as 3 pints were drank already. Fair play to Pa, as sickened as he was when Torres scored, he downed his full pint, we weren't going to leave him get away with it anyway. Straight after the match we joined in a peace march on the street outside the hostel, as you do.

Wednesday night we went to the famous 'La Cabrera' restaurant in Palermo, we were advised to go by a lot of people. Brian was dodging the drink this night, the 2 boys sampled the free champagne as we waited to be seated, & had a bottle of wine with their meal. We all agreed this was the best steak we ever had. Steve got a huge plate of steak, the 2 boys splashed out on the 'kobe steak'. This is a steak where the cow gets massaged so the muscles are tender & killed in a way that is not a shock to the system so they don't tense up! It was like chewing through butter, it was savage.

Our last night out in BA was New Years Eve. The Millhouse was booked out for New Years, so the plan was to check out in the morning of New Years Eve, leave our bags there, go out & stay out all night & check back in the next day. And that´s exactly what we did. Only in Buenos Aries! Early on New Years Eve we went to the races, hopeing to win back some of our peso's we'd blown over the 2 weeks, after 4 races & nothing won between us we called it a day. The Millhouse was packed that night as again they had a DJ in. For 12 o clock, a few of us went down to the port to see the fireworks display, it was something different & was good in fairness. We then went back to the Millhouse for a while before getting on a bus to a club called Crobar at 2.30 a.m. It was a class club with a great DJ & the night was spent on the dancefloor with the crew from the Millhouse. This is where Steve hupscuttled himself on a set of stairs, they don't make the stairs donkey proof in BA at all! Brian left around 7a.m., Pa & Steve laft around 7.30. It was impossible to get taxi's & Pa & Steve stumbled across a rave in a nearby park at 8a.m. So along with Tom, Paul, Dave, Emily & Polly, the 2 boys headed for the rave. When we eventually got back into the city centre, the streets were cordoned off as the start of the 2010 Dakar race of Argentina/Chile was starting. It was impossible to find a way to cross the street, & with no sleep the form was down. Eventually Pa & Steve reached the Millhouse & finished off the night with a pint. At 1.30 p.m on New Year´s Day it suddenly dawned on Steve that we hadn't checked in anywhere for the night yet, so Pa & Steve (having not slept yet & in a state) went up to reception to book us in. They got some look from the staff when they asked for a room for 3 for the night with no bags with them & no idea where the 3rd person was!!

Finally on Saturday the 2nd, creepy, boring & sleepy left Buenos Aries, broken men. We physically couldn't take anymore of the place & had to get out. Buenos Aries is a mental city, a place where we had a great 2 weeks, stayed in a really good hostel, met some good people, a place where the budget was left in tatters, but all agreed it was well worth it.

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