Blogs from Buenos Aires, Buenos Aires, Argentina, South America - page 15

Mommy and I decided to go to the Eva Peron Museum in Palermo BA. There we say pictures of her family, her acting days, and when she was the First Lady of Argentina. They had lots of her shoes, accessories and dresses on display. She was a generous amazing woman.... read more

Going to the BOCA soccer game in Argentina was an experience of a life time. I really didn't understand the extent of how serious this country takes their soccer ( futbol) It totally puts our sports fans to shame....seriously it's embarrassing! There was 50,000 fans, they were hanging from the cement pillars, stacked in every aisle....jumping, dancing, singing and waving their arms in a crazy bicep curl kinda way....it's their cheer. Uncle Cameron you would be totally out of business in this country, these fans need no help! Olivia' perspective - when the players of the VenezuelIan team came out everyone started to whistler.....so I joined in whistling and cheering. Little did I know the whistling is the form of booing....I quickly stop :):)... read more

EVENING It was 7pm when I’d had some rehydration sachets and felt well enough to finally go looking for a newspaper. I must have searched in twenty different places for one, where each owner had directed me to another place. I’d tried sweet shops, book shops, kiosks and magazine shops but not one had a newspaper. After one hour I found a kiosk with a couple of tabloids. I was curious about the shortage of newspapers. The owner explained: ‘First thing in the morning all the unbiased newspapers were selling out quickly and by midday they had all gone. The second set of newspapers to sell were the less objective left-wing, socialist ones in support of Cristina. By 7pm the only ones left unsold were the right-wing tabloids which were against Cristina, the socialist president.' Well ... read more

MORNING I was having a nice sleep in until 10am when my friend Elizabeth (from Norway) and I were woken up by the sound of firecrackers, gun shots, drums and Argentinian flags flying past the hostel windows. There were hundreds of them. I ate breakfast quickly thinking I must be missing ‘Carnaval’ like what we had in Bolivia. As soon as I hear noise and the sound of drums and explosives I immediately think that there must be a party, like there was in Bolivia. But oh no, this was something bigger, a historical moment which was about to include me, a chance to celebrate democracy with the Argentinians, democracy which many British take for granted. I raced out of the hostel having just heard that it was the annual opening of the Congress (after the ... read more

I met Elizabeth, a Norwegian girl who was staying in my dorm. She arrived last night just like me, she had travelled for a few two months in Australia and she was now travelling for two months in South America. Today was her first day in South America, whilst this week was my last. I gave her as much advice as I could whilst avoiding revealing facts that might scare her and whilst leaving a lot for her to find out for herself. I wanted South America to be just as much an exciting adventure for her as it had been for me, with exciting adventures creeping up on her everyday. Feeling sure that this girl, being Scandinavian, not speaking any Spanish and having just arrived in South America would be a sensible, non-risk taking, travelling ... read more