Because it was hard for me to write a coherent post about my stay in Buenos Aires I decided to go with a random list of things that struck me about the city. Bear in mind when reading that I come from a town which is the size of one single real-estate project of said city.
- Every cabdriver has some religious item or other dangling from his rearview mirror.
- Trafic is directed not by trafic lights, it is directed by the car horn.
- Trafic flow will scare the bejeezus out of you.
- Beer is sold in liter bottles.
- Beer is mainly sold in shops owned by Chinese people who speak something which slightly resembles Spanish.
- Men will kiss eachother when they meet — in fact they will kiss you when they meet you. Thankfully, so will women.
- Cigarettes are insanely cheap.
- Yet hardly anybody smokes.
- There’s a bizarre infiltration of German culture. Leverwurst. Warsteiner. Isenbeck.
- When walking the streets, avoid speaking English, lest you have a desire to get mugged.
- Blond is the ideal, unless it is accompanied by an orange beard, in which case it is considered hilariously funny.
- Get used to kids rummaging through garbage bags at 10 in the evening.
- The botanic garden and the zoo are wonderful places to dwell.
- Cats and dogs.
- Turds on the sidewalk.
- Any profanities uttered must not be of religious nature; they must however include the words “puta”, “madre”, or both.
- The streets are one-way and adorned with big trees whose foliage provides shelter from the heat.
- The Apple-store is every inch as expensive as it is here in Belgium. And the people that work there have cushion jobs, too.
- Ignore the glue-sniffing guy to your left.
- Wearing T-shirts without prints on them is like wearing a badge that says “I’m foreign, please gaze awkwardly at my composure” (as is sporting an orange beard).
- The police is not your friend.
- Football, football, football. La Boca versus Gimnasia.
- The food is delicious and not expensive at all.
- Do not bring up the IMF in any conversation.
- Yerba Mate. You don’t drink it, you’re not part of the tribe.
- Asado (the famous Argentine barbecue), during which you must eat at least 2 kilo’s of prime roasted Argentine beef or you are not a man. Having veggies on the side is considered “sissy”.
- There’s an internet cafe every 300 meters, and they all have Keyboards That Suckâ„¢.
- Never leave the internet cafe complaining about how much the computer you were using sucks: you may have to re-enter the place because 2 Bolivians on speed are trying to get your wallet right in front of the place.
- About 20 stamps, documents and stickers are required to be allowed into the country.
- About 70 stamps, documents and stickers are required to be allowed out of the country.
hehe, finally.. I’ve also watched your pictures, but not all (yet), and I can’t imagine any story to them.
Anyway, must have been a nice visit! :-)
What are you talking about, there’s a thousand little stories in each one of those photos! ;-) The visit was a blast though, yes. We’ve started to comment/describe the pictures, but at 450+ I can tell you it’s a LOT of work…
So if I’m looking at your self portrait at the top….do you have a red beard?
I loved reading about your home town.
Do I have a red beard? Do I ever! Here’s exhibit #1… :)