….50mins later after a lot of Spanish shouting and a little help from a couple of other coach drivers, who seemed to be sensible enough to carry extra fuel, the engine turned over and we limped the 400 metres to the petrol station. It took 20mins to fill up but then we were off again. In the meantime one passenger had disappeared apparently onto a different bus.
We fell back asleep and awoke 7 hours later on the outskirts of Buenos Aires. Breakfast on the coach was accompanied by a very sweet black coffee and a South American rock band's live concert on the TV.
We arrived at Retiro, a bigger, dirtier, more chaotic Victoria or Digbeth bus station and jumped in a taxi to the hotel. After checking in to the nicest hotel and room to date we headed out and explored the local neighbourhood of Palermo Soho (so named as it is apparently like the Soho areas of NY and London... I did not see the similarity to the latter), full of restaurants, boutiques and design shops. A place that we later discovered comes alive at night.
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| Our hotel |
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| Not like London Soho |
Emma found probably the most dangerous element of Buenos Aires when within 5 minutes of leaving the hotel she tripped over a hole in the pavement. On closer inspection the pavements are full of hazards in either the form of loose/ uneven paving or the ever present dog dirt that seems to blight the city. This is fuelled by the locals love of the animals, but tendency to pay upwards of $100 a month for a 'Pasea Perros' (professional dog walker) to walk them on mass on their behalf.
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| You are likely to need a bigger backpack than that to carry a days worth of dog dirt! |
From there we headed down to the Plaza Italia and finished up at the Evita Museum, an interesting if not maybe one sided view on the life of Eva Peron.
In the evening the coach journey was catching up with us so we (ashamedly) grabbed a burger at the restaurant that has Golden Arches and took an early night.
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