Monday February 1
Buenos
Aires
Yep – dodgy tummy resulted
in the runs again, mostly for Lesley! Note to self – no dairy (hot choc and
cheese yesterday afternoon, and the ice cream last night, the probable culprits!).
Still, feeling relatively OK apart from this.
The Casa Rosada was where the Perons lived, and the
square opposite it is traditionally the place for protests. This was full of
protesters, all camping there, peacefully but with huge banners and placards.
One groups has been there for several years, wanting pension rights for
soldiers of the Falklands war. The other group is recent, protesting the
gaoling of an opposition leader for her beliefs, following the recent
elections. Our guide says that she won’t be released. Our Tour Director (Mother)
wasn’t happy about letting us loose in the square with this going on but we all
played tourists and ignored the politics going on around us. She didn’t lose
any of us.
We visited, and walked around, the city’s main cemetery.
This is Catholic and was full of big mausoleums, among which was the final
resting place of Eva Peron (about whom the musical Evita was written). She is under the name of her own family, not
Peron. She died aged 33 of cervical cancer. Another one had a statue of a young
girl trying to open a door - story is she had a heart attack when she was 16.
They thought she was dead and was placed in the mausoleum. She wasn’t dead, and
awoke screaming (as you would if you found yourself in a coffin!). The cemetery
workers heard her, but she had another heart attack and was dead by the time
they got to her. Wonder if the cemetery workers continued working there??
We continued our bus tour of the city, marvelling at the
large and beautiful buildings and monuments, before arriving in the earliest
settled part of the city, near the port, where we visited an historic house,
watched a Tango display and looked at the resident’s art and sculptures.
Afterwards it was across the road for an Argentine lunch – meat pastie, chicken
fillet, rump steak, pork chop, rib bone followed by ice cream. Way too much to
eat. Lesley had some bread sticks, whilst Stuart eat the meat pastie, chicken
and rump steak which was mostly fat & gristle.
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these buildings all made from leftovers from the port - paint, metal, and wood. |
Following the two hour lunch, we walked around the block,
got on the bus and returned to the hotel. As we were bloated and needing a
walk, we met up with another couple and walked into the main city area,
specifically to a three level shopping centre – very ornate inside. The city
area has a lot of narrow lanes which have either been converted into pedestrian
malls or one way streets with bikes using one half of the roadway. We felt safe
during our walk, although a passer-by suggested we hold our cameras more
securely.
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shop entrance - one for parents and one for kids! |
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shopping centre ceiling! |
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French Embassy in an old mansion |
We had pumpkin soup for dinner. It tasted good but took
45 minutes to arrive at the table. We
think the chefs made it from scratch.
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