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Rugby
Not sure when this was taken but I bet I am tired... Week three highlights:
After going out all weekend I woke up on Monday, did some spanish home work, went for a siesta (from 4pm to 8pm), read more Harry Potter (which I have finished) and then had a conversation with the girl at the front desk. IN spanish mind you. She is really into tourism and really wants to travel. I felt bad telling her about how long I have gone for, how long I will be gone for and where I will be going. Just not sure how feasible it is for her.
Rugby practice was very, very tiring. Apparently the games that I missed on the weekend did not go well, and that always means a tough practice on tuesday...always. You do not have to understand spanish to know this. We were run into the ground, and then did tackling and rucking and more tackling and rucking.
I came to two realizations during this training session: I am out of shape and I thought I was faster than anyone at practice.
While the practice was tough it was nothing like Fitness Nazi practices where we constantly were running. Nevertheless, for the first time in
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I dont know who had the camera... all my years I threw up in my mouth...then swallowed so as not to give them the impression Canadians are weak. Discusting I know.
Democracy at work?
Argentina, and Buenos Aires is known for their protests and their strikes. On the drive out to practice I noticed that a lot of people were honking at the line up for the tolls. I asked the coach what the point was, and he said that if everyone laid on their horn they would just open the gates and let everyone through. Cost: 50 centavos, or about 18 cents. Of course it is probably just to avoid the wait.
Wednesday was a complete write-off after such a tough practice. Literally, I am not sure that I did anything. The best of it is that thursday morning bright and early all these professors from a northern province started checking into the hostel (45 of them, and I knew they were coming). I am pretty sure they make more noise than any backpacker, or most college kids for that matter (even at parties). Here are two 25 year old guys (me and another guy in the room) asking these 40 - 60
Rugby.
Moments after the game when the opposition realizes he played in an international match year olds? to keep it down. I am pretty sure they thought we were wimps.
Questions Asked by Profs: 2. Answers given: 0 (at least at first)
One girl asked for a basurero (a garbage can) but I thought she was asking for a vasoduro (not a word).
Weekend: Huge...
Friday night I had a date with a local Argentine girl who lives out in San Isidro. It was just a dinner date, but it definately put my mind to the test as the entire date was in Spanish. She´s pretty shy and does not speak any English, but I think it went rather well and we are possibly going to see a Tango show on Wednesday.
Saturday I finally got into a game of rugby in Argentina...one of the main purposes of coming to Buenos Aires. To my pleasant surprise Jas and Jord were arriving just as I was leaving, dropped their bags off and came into the burbs with me. While I only got a half of a game with the clubs 4th string team, that in itself was almost more than I could handle.
After the game I stook around for
Opera Bay
Someone´s getting lucky tonight... the Trecer Tiempo, or the third half in english. I have heard much talk of this event, and expected it to be much like rugby events back home. One hour and then two hours after the game though nothing was happening. I was not disappointed because well I was gonna go out with Jord and Jas, and this guy named Nick anyway, but it was all rather confusing. Finally I found where dinner was and one of the older guys told me to grab a beer. When I went to pay for it, the guy explained to me that you only pay the 15 pesos before the game, and nothing for the rest of the night. Then the girls started showing up, and then a women´s field hockey team. After dinner the team wanted to play the game get the Canadian drunk. Luckily I have had seven months of training that let me survive the night. At some point discussing slangs and telling people stuff in Spanish that someone else told me to say, I realized that I needed to head back to meet Jas and Jord.....(read above for how hard it was to leave).
The guys on the
Just Protecting
All night in a club cant stop them from protecting....it´s a 24 hour job. team said to go to Opera Bay and that is where we went. Abes, Stocks, you would have loved this place....Huge, nice, a little expensive but it was a great time and we accomplished what we set out to do, close the place down. As in Gav´s last night, we thought we should stay up all night, then go to a football game. We accomplished all of it and enjoyed a fantastic game before finally coming back to earth. (we also managed to cross 9th of July in one go by sprinting across it as soon as the man turned green....I have video footage to prove it). I do not know how Jord made it to the airport as I could barely stay awake at 20hrs and I was not even sure that he did when I woke up in the morning to see him standing in the doorway. Looks like his flight had been cancelled and we had another last night in B.A. together. We went to CCR which Lush, somehow, had discovered was playing. Jas and I checked out Jord´s hotel the airlines had put him in and we were in bed before midnight, tired from the weekend.
sometime around noon...
Time for the football match...
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Lynne
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where to watch
Hey Ryan, just came across this website, is quite interesting, more so to read of fellow travellers living here, which is always re-assuring. Where do you play rugby, I have been wanting to go watch a game for ages now, but dont know where to go. Obviously I havent been looking very hard....