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Published: January 6th 2013
The first thing i had to find when I arrived in Buenos Aires was the bus to the city. I asked where to get the bus and was delivered to the bus stop. Then everyone made sure I had enough coins for the bus. A young man insisted on giving me 3 pesos for his piece of mind.
I've passed the last few days with a crazy Colombiana. Yesterday we meant to go to the Eco reserve but stopped for some cervesas negras and sat in front of a record store listening to music and sipping on Quilmes. Next thing we knew it was time to go to the Armenian cultural center for a milonga. I may have agreed to drive to Patagonia with Juan Carlos, a fine older gentleman who dances tango 3 nights a week. He's going to teach me tango and I'm teaching him English in the form of Elvis Presley songs.
I managed to go to El Tiger with the Mexican Woody Allen, the world's most nervous Mexican. And visit the MALBA, solo, to see one of the best exhibitions of 20th century art.
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