jonasgoat

Everybody loves the sunshine

In Argentina, Buenos Aires, Sud America, travelling on April 20, 2010 at 10:28 pm

The Sun is out in buenos aires and I’m sitting with a beer on the lovely terrace of my hostel. Five more days before I head out via bus to Bariloche.
More impressions of this lovely grand city. Buying stuff here is weird you have to pay before you get it, go to a bar in a club you have to buy a ticket for what you want then give ticket to barman who then give you said item, same goes for helados (ice cream) don’t know why it’s just the way it is.
There’s copious amounts of public displays of affection, lots of couples kissing, holding hands, sitting on laps around the city, they also have love hotels here, they are called telos here, which is slang and means nothing apart from a description for a place to fuck your brains out with the partner of your choice, thats what happens when you have to live with your parents I suppose.
The meat here is gorgeous, sumptuous and heavy and cooked just right, and so many parrilla’s it’s hard to decide which one to eat in. Last night I had blood sausage, glands and some really mouthwatering steak. Heavy on the stomach but oh so good on the tongue. Most porteños don’t head out to ear until ten/eleven and clubs don’t fill up till three/four and rolling home at six or seven in the morning is de riguer. You can get used to it, but the next day is a complete waste and I find myself not feeling myself until the early evening when I’m preparing to go out again.
Don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before but everyday feels like Friday, a night to go out and party, and I’m losing track of what day is which it’s hard to keep track of them, to distinguish one day from the next, the only days which feel different are the days when you have to sort out your travel and accommodation for the next stop, then it feels like your back to work.
Trying not to feel guilty about not doing more or exploring more but if you get that out of the way early you can shed yourself of much angst, which is what I’ve tried to do here. I’ve hit three galleries, cemeteria recoleta, big parks, Palermo, the main sightseeing spots as well as a day trip to Uruguay and the well preserved town of colonia.
I haven’t found many bike shops though I’m sure there are plenty.
But one thing I’ve noticed is if you aren’t interested in shopping, shopping districts, shopping malls, you tend to end up with a lot of free time on your hands. Shopping has become the new timewaster, the thing to do when there’s nothing else to do and you feel like a travelling fraud slumped on the sofa in the hostel. But if you don’t want to buy anything, either because you have no money or no space to carry it with you, then tramping around shops and boutiques feels ultimately like a waste of time. Even if the people watching is good fun.

Everybody loves the sunshine

The Sun is out in buenos aires and I’m sitting with a beer on the lovely terrace of my hostel. Five more says before I head out via bus to bariloche.
More impressions of this lovely grand city. Buying stuff here is weird you have to pay before you get it, go to a bar in a club you have to buy a ticket for what you want then give ticket to barman who then give you said item, same goes for helados (ice cream) don’t know why it’s just the way it is.
There’s copious amounts of public displays of affection, lots of couples kissing, holding hands, sitting on laps around the city, they also have love hotels here, they are called telos here, which is slang and means nothing apart from a description for a place to fuck your brains out with the partner of your choice, thats what happens when you have to live with your parents I suppose.
The meat here is gorgeous, sumptuous and heavy and cooked just right, and so many parrilla’s it’s hard to decide which one to eat in. Last night I had bloo sausage, glands and some really mouthwatering steak. Heavy on the stomach but oh so good on the tongue. Most porteños don’t head out to ear until ten/eleven and clubs don’t fill up till three/four and rolling home at six or seven in the morning is de riguer. You can get used to it, but the next day is a complete waste and I find myself not feeling myself until the early evening when I’m preparing to go out again.
Don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before but everyday feels like Friday, a night to go out and party, and I’m losing track of what day is which it’s hard to keep track of them, to distinguish one day from the next, the only days which feel different are the days when you have to sort out your travel and accomodation for the next stop, then it feels like your back to work.
Trying not to feel guilty about not doing more or exploring more but if you get that out of the way early you can shed yourself of much angst, which is what I’ve tried to do here. I’ve hit three galleries, cemeteria recoleta, big parks, Palermo, the main sightseeing spots as well as a day trip to Uruguay and the well preserved town of colonia.
I haven’t found many bike shops though I’m sure there are plenty.
But one thing I’ve noticed is if you aren’t interested in shopping, shopping districts, shopping malls, you tend to end up with a lot of free time on your hands. Shopping has become the new timewaster, the thing to do when there’s nothing else to do and you feel like a travelling fraud slumped on the sofa in the hostel. But if you don’t want to buy anything, either because you have no money or no space to carry it with you, then tramping around shops and boutiques feels ultimately like a waste of time. Even if the people watching is good fun.

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