Yes, I know it does not mean that in Spanish, but I need an excuse to tell you about my recent trip . . .
I have read the words, many times, ‘I had to leave the country for a few days.’ And I had to do just that. Nothing interesting, just my Brazilian visa details. But all the same I had to do it. It might be interesting to see what Brazil does to those who overstay their visa, but not that interesting. We went to Buenos Aires.
Not having thought about currency, spending in pesos is different. Ten pesos is one Brazilian Real. Five Reals are one pound. So the cab from the airport cost 1300 pesos, 130 Reals or £26. It took me a while to learn, my card coped well. By luck, we had a good hotel in a good area. Florida is a famous shopping street, not that I knew this. The hotel was one block from this street, and bars and restaurants were all around. Puerto Madera is about ten minutes walk, and needs about ten times that to describe it.
It is the River Plate, maybe more accurately the erstwhile docks that it serviced. The docks have gone, places to eat, drink, and office have replaced them. Oh, and the yacht club. Which has a water taxi to take members from one side of the river to the other, less than a hundred yards across or a walk around of three or four hundred. I suppose they need it. A lot of fun time places all around, and a lot of folk enjoying being there too. Including us.
For the informed tourist Argentina is beef, all ours was better than excellent, Malbec, better than the beef, and tango. The dance, that is. We had signed up for an evening of tango, which included transport to and from a venue quite some distance away. The organisation was faultless, the entertainment was spot on musically and the evening was long. And my choice of Malbec impressed the waiter almost as much as the wine itself impressed me.
South America is good for odd road signs. I have been back in Brazil for some time, so must have done something right on my previous trip. This is the last day and night of a road journey around a small part of that country, organised by my sister and her husband. Better post a pic of a road sign . . .
Nope, I do not think it means no fox hunting, but maybe it should. The house looking thing, bottom right, is the local design of litter bin. Local, 'cos we are miles from anywhere, is Treze Tilias, three linden trees. A place with an interesting recent history.
And another road sign. E means parking, estaciamento in full I think. The 45 degrees may just refer to the angle the hill makes, but my wonderfully better half tells me it means you park at forty five degrees to the kerb.
Most of these pictures show the way electricity is delivered to buildings here. Power lines hung from lampposts, and lots of them.
Trucks here mean business, despite their apparent age.
This town only for nice bus stops . . .
The front of a small traction engine, parked outside the town hall. Cannot provide the history of it, I am not here long enough. Folk are very friendly here, one question relating to the whereabouts of the local brewery took at least half an hour to answer, complete with recommendations of what to drink at which time of day.
One of the local museums, inside here I found the only side saddle I have ever seen. OK it will be difficult to fit it to a bike, and even more difficult to ride. But never mind.