Almost four months since arriving in Buenos Aires the first time, we landed at the airport after a three and a half hour flight from Ushuaia. We had considered getting the bus, but with the clock ticking, seemingly ever faster, against us, we didn’t fancy forty eight hours on a bus, even if the Argentinean buses are the most comfortable in the world. Buenos Aires seemed like a completely different place, to when we previously visited. The hats, and gloves of mid-winter had given way to the short sleeves of late spring. Coming from icy Patagonia, the balmy, humid evening was a shock to the system, but a pleasant one. Although delighted to be back in such a great city, we left almost immediately. However, not before returning to our favourite restaurant for some often fantasised
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