Saved: December 4th 2013November 29th 2010
The Argentinian National Congress
The day I arrived to Buenos Aires, I went to bed early because I was very tired. The next day I went and explored the city. It is a great city, but it lives out of its past glory. Nevertheless, it has been the city I have liked the most in my trip. What a great place! While walking throughout the city and on my to the government palace, I saw a Suzuki VStrom motorcycle fully loaded parked on the street. Obviously, this was another adventure rider. The bike was sitting there with all the gear on, but the rider was nowhere to be seen. I waited there for a while and surely enough, the rider showed up. He was a Scotish guy (his name was Chris) who rode from Alaska to Ushuaia with a friend, but the friend had an accident and was fixing the bike in Mendoza. I showed him where I was staying and we agreed to meet later on that day. Then I continued to the Plaza de Mayo, where “La Casa Rosada” is (the Argentinian government house) . I wasn’t very impressed with the Plaza de Mayo. Is it in poor condition and kind of dirty...
Avenida 9 de Julio
The obelisk and Av. 9 de Julio, one of the widest avenues I have ever seen in my life!
this is maybe because there are so many protests all the time there. I wasn't very impressed with the inside of La Casa Rosada. They had placed a whole bunch of pictures of “Latin-american democrats”, i.e. socialist and communist Latin-american politicians, such as Sandino, Allende, Guevara, etc. Well, I didn’t stay long at all. What I didn’t like at all is that all the buildings around “La Plaza de Mayo” were spray painted by protestors. In all the cities I have visited, I have never seen the cathedral and the municipality in such condition. There were also some Falkland War veterans protesting there. They are treated like crap in Argentina.
I went back to the hostel and met Chris there. I was invited that night by Pedro Sorop (one of the Ripio Killers) to a party. I asked him if Chris could come to the party and Pedro said there wasn’t a problem. Chris and I decided to head out to a pub to “warm up the engines” before going to the party. We went to an Irish pub (there seems to be an Irish pub in every single city in this planet). There were no seats available so we
Plaza de Mayo
The Plaza de Mayo and La Casa Raosada
went and sat at the bar beside some Canadian guys that were there. At the time, we didn’t know they were Canadian, but they heard us speaking English and they started talking to us. We also met some girl psychologists that were out for some drinks. Needless to say, we had a lot of beer! By the time we were good to go it was around 3:30am. Time flew, so we missed Pedro’s party (I did apologize to him). I still don't know how managed to get back to the hostel that night.
The next day (Sunday), I was invited to a bbq at Alejandro Estrada’s farm, 100km south of Buenos Aires. I rode my motorcycle down there (which I shouldn’t have done because it was pretty dangerous to ride it with a broken strut) and had a great afternoon. Alejandro’s farm was just like being in paradise!
On Monday, I took my bike to BMW and I was told it was going to be ready by Tuesday or Wednesday morning at the latest. It turned out that they gave me my motorcycle back on Friday around noon! I ended up spending an entire week in Buenos Aires! Not that
The Buenos Aires cathedral, all spray painted
it was a bad thing. It gave me time to go to Palermo, San Telmo, etc. Besides, I love Buenos Aires, it was the best city I visited in my trip, by far! It also gave me the chance of eating bife chorizo (1lb steaks) every single day of the week.
After I got my motorcycle back, I went back to the hostel, packed up my stuff, said good bye to Chris (who was leaving for Scotland that evening) and left to Ushuaia.
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