I woke up (disappointed that I hadn´t acquired a cape and super powers), and ventured into town, following a guy´s advice to head to a market filled with live music, coffee and second hand clothes stores. Perfect! I can celebrate my 6,916 mile journey into another culture by spending Sunday on Brick Lane! It seems that the Buenos Aires town-planners have made navigation more fun by deciding not to display any street signs, possibly so that the locals can laugh at young, female, solo travellers squinting at upside down maps. Failing to locate the first turn, I selected a harmless older woman to torment with bad Spanish: "Don-daaay ezz Plazzza Deriego.... por favor?" Her face contorted itself into an expression of half disdain, and half confusion:"como?" Crap, I´ve just used up my entire Spanish vocabulary, and
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