| Monday November 25,
2002 Hola from Buenos Aires, Argentina!
Yes, this is the first episode for 2002. Ray and
Jeanne are in sunny, warm South America, Argentina at the
moment to be exact. I know Ottawa got record snow just
one week ago so I just thought I would throw that in!
We are fine and enjoying life. I took some Spanish
lessons before we left and it has been a help to read
signs and menus, but my conversational Spanish is
terrible! Many people in the more touristy areas do speak
some English, but not all. Ray is getting pretty good at
interpreting what is being said so when I canīt
understand, he usually has guessed correctly. I am
improving slowly, so by the time we finish this trip I
may be quite proficient. Now, if only they didnīt keep
changing the pronunciation in each country...
We received good advice from our travel agent, Lembit
Lellep. He advised us to arrive in Buenos Aires on a
weekday, not a weekend. That is because all businesses
close up for both Saturday and Sunday. It is even
difficult to find a restaurant or corner store open. They
take spare time seriously here. We arrived on a Friday
morning and as soon as we had checked into our hotel, we
rushed out to find a travel agent to make some onward
connections. The famous Iguazu Falls, on the border with
Brazil, was high on our list of places to visit. We
priced out a package to fly there for three days and take
in the scenic wonders. We decided waterfalls, beautiful
or not, were not worth the price quoted. Scratch one off
our list, but we were successful in booking a flight to
see the wildlife on the Valdez Peninsula, about 1000 K
south of Buenos Aires. You will hear about that visit
later.
In the meantime, we set out to discover Buenos Aires
on foot. I had been worried that we would be easy targets
for purse snatching and other nasty business, but that is
not the case. So far the city is nice and safe and easy
to explore. There is a large police presence in the
shopping areas, but it was more reassuring than anything.
We are staying in
V & S, a small hostel type hotel, in the heart of the
city. We are just a few blocks from 9 de Julio, the
widest street in the world, lined with hotels and
sidewalk cafes. A few blocks the other way are Florida
and Lavalle streets, pedestrian only streets a la Sparks
Street in Ottawa, except here in Buenos Aires, it works.
It is nice to walk for blocks not worrying about traffic,
just sharing the space with other shoppers. There are
lots of stores, sidewalk vendors, restaurants and
Internet cafes to choose from.
The commercial banking district was a reminder that
Argentina had a severe economic crises last year. Nearly
all the foreign banks are closed and boarded up. Some have
large graffiti messages painted on the boards declaring
Thieves give us our US$ back. We read
somewhere that Canadians were not held in high regard
after the ScotiaBank pulled out, but thankfully that has
not been our experience. Anyway, the economic crises
resulted in a devaluation of the Peso, making it much
less expensive for us to visit. Food, beer and wine in
particular is a bargain, so we have not been stinting
ourselves.
One of the top draws in
Buenos Aires is the very pretty Plaza 3rd de Mayo with
the Presidential Palace, Casa Rosada on one side. If you
saw the movie or play Evita, this is where Eva Peron
greeted her adoring public from one of the balconies.
The impressive Catedral Metropolitana is on another
side of the Plaza. There seemed to be a lot of activity
the Saturday we were there, so we went over to have a
look. Little girls, dressed in fancy, long white dresses
and young boys, dressed in their best jackets and ties,
were milling about with their families. It was first
communion time for them. We went inside to
have a look and were impressed. High domes of cool marble
and stone overlooked the main gold encrusted altar and
walls covered in religious paintings. A side chapel was
guarded by two men in ceremonial dress. They were
protecting the tomb of Jose de San Martin, the liberator
in the 19th century of Argentina, Peru and Chile and one
of the most revered men in South America.
The day was hot and we deserved a break, so we headed
for an almost deserted park on the other side of the Casa
Rosada. We had been warned to look out for scams by
people squirting mustard on you and then robbing you
while apologizing and pretending to clean up the mess.
They did not warn us about the pigeons. We no sooner sat
on a bench than a foul smelling liquid landed on both of
us, splattering our clothes and knapsack. Alex Lawson
told us it is good luck to have a bird shit on you, so we
should be lucky for some time to come! Two women sitting
on a neighbouring bench saw what happened and offered
Kleenex to help clean up the mess. They were very kind,
but we decided the best solution was to go back to V
& S and do our first laundry. Boy, does pigeon do-do
stink!
We are learning to adjust to Spanish mealtimes. We get
a continental breakfast at our hotel and then have to
wait until 2 PM for lunch. We are going along with the
custom of eating our main meal at lunch because dinner
time is way too late for us North American types. Most
people start dinner about 9 or 10 PM, much too late for
us.
Just a few days before we left Ottawa we made our
first change to our tentative itinerary. Rayīs back had
been bothering him and he said what we needed was time in
the sun on a beach. I had just been on the Internet to
see if we could get an exchange condo somewhere in South
America using the time share week we have. Lo and behold,
there was a great sounding resort in Uruguay, just a boat
ride away from Buenos Aires. We were able to reserve for
one week, so Sunday morning found us on our way.
We didnīt have any problem getting a taxi just before
7 AM because all the bars are just closing then and lots
of young people are looking for transport home.
Apparently the best nightlife starts at 2 AM and
continues until day break!
A comfortable 2 1/2 hrs trip on the Buquebus, a large,
fast speed catamaran, similar to those used in New
Zealand, found us in Montevideo, the capitol of Uruguay.
From there we hopped on a bus for another 2 hour drive
east to Punta del Este, a Miami Beach style resort. Just before we
got to Punta we found out our resort, Esturion de
Montoya, was another 12 K east. So it was into a taxi for
the final trip. We were just as glad we were out of town
as our condo was great and the area, La Barra de Montoya,
was nice and quiet. In fact the season does not start
until December 15, so hardly any of the huge vacation
homes or hotels along the coast were occupied.
The whole coast of Uruguay is lined with sandy beaches
and our resort had one of the
better ones. The days were warm and sunny but the water
wasnīt very warm yet, somewhere around 74 F. There were
big breakers all the time making our Playa Montoya a
favourite with surfers. We had fun watching them in their
wet suits trying to catch the best wave. I was in a few
times and it was fun to play in the waves. I also took
advantage of the outdoor pool and the heated indoor pool.
Most of the other guests spent their time getting a
suntan on the beach.
We rented bicycles for 3 days and used them to ride
into Punta and explore the coast farther east. We ended
up in the port area of Punta del Este the first
day, where several fishermen were cleaning and selling
their catches. The local seal population anticipates this
daily occurence and four big ones were right beside the
dock where the fish were being cleaned, waiting for
leftovers. They were so tame that you could hold up a
fish carcass and a seal would lumber onto the dock and
take it out of your hand. One big brown, furry daddy was
too lazy for that. He just sat in the water with his head
in the air waiting to be thrown a fish carcass.
We visited the gallery of a local artist, Carlos Paez
Vitaro, who is apparently well know in many parts of the
world. Although he is now 80, he is still a prolific
painter. We admired his work, but didnīt buy, and
watched a 20 minute film of his life. He was a friend of
Pablo Picasso and much influenced by cubism. He has
murals in many airports and public buildings over the
world. We saw pictures of his current home, a fantastic
72 room complex he built just west of Punta del Este. It
is all white adobe curves with towers, turrets and
cornices everywhere. We met a young lady who had been
there and she said it was a crazy warren of a place.
Since we had a condo with a kitchen, we were able to
buy food for breakfast, but we wanted to sample some of
the restaurants near us. The resort had a very nice
beachside restaurant where we enjoyed an excellent mid-day
meal, at 2 PM. Unfortunately, they closed at 6 PM. The
first day, a Sunday, we walked towards the village of La
Barra only to find the three restaurants that had been
open that afternoon all closed up at 8 PM. We decided our
alternative was to continue on to the local grocery and
buy food for a light meal in our condo. Fortunately, the
store had a good selection of fresh veggies, cheeses and
several varieties of tortas, like a quiche. Walking back
with our groceries, we discovered the restaurants just
starting to open for business at 8:30! We found out later
that since this was the off-season, the restaurants were
only open on the week-ends anyway. That settled it, we
enjoyed great meals at our resort restaurant each day at
2 PM and we purchased food at the grocery for light
evening meals. It worked out very well.
We decided that Montevideo deserved a visit, so we cut
short our beach holiday by one day and took the bus back
to Montevideo on Saturday. We stayed in a small hotel on
the edge of the Old City, right next to a pedestrian
shopping area. Saturday is the day for an open air flea
market in a plaza one block away. The activity spilled
over to the pedestrian streets where vendors had set up
tables, buskers performed and people stopped to listen to
a singer and band perform on an outside stage.
We walked through enjoying the action, but didnīt
linger as we were told to go to the Mercado del Puerto.
The Mercado was originally an open air market next to the
main port and is now occupied by many restaurants. There was a real
carnival atmosphere about the place. Saturday lunch is
the most popular day for Montevideans to visit, so all
the restaurants were crowded with customers. We chose one
restaurant that was offering parillas. Argentinians and
Uruguayians are big meat eaters and the most popular
cooking method is grilling. Steaks, chops, beef ribs and
sausages are cooked over an open charcoal fire and served
with french fries. Ray and I both had pamplonas and
roasted red peppers. A Pamplona is chicken or pork rolled
up with layers of ham and cheeses. It was good but the
portions were so large that we could have split one order
and had more roasted veggies.
The other patrons in our restaurant were obviously
enjoying themselves. A table full of older people were up
dancing and singing along with two guitarists. We were serenaded
by several travelling musicians. They play and you give
them what you want. Just as we finished our meal we heard
band music approaching our restaurant. About eight
musicians, all in matching shirts and playing drums and
brass instruments were winding their way through the
Mercado. They were attracting a good crowd of people
following along and dancing to the music. It was great
fun.
The
rest of the afternoon we explored more of the Old City
and some of the commercial areas by foot. There are
lovely old buildings with ornate wrought iron balconies
and several pretty plazas, each with its statue of a hero
of the wars of independence from Spain. We stopped to
admire the Canadian Embassy in a beautifully restored
building right on the most important square.
By evening we were still full from lunch, so we just
bought some bread and cheese and ate it on one of the
sidewalk benches in the pedestrian street beside our
hotel. There were restaurants with sidewalk cafes lining
the streets on both sides of our hotel but most were
almost empty, if they were open at all. One of the
employees at our hotel told us that we should go watch
the tango dancers who perform outdoors starting about 10:30
PM. We decided that was too late for us old folks, so we
just spent the rest of the evening reading. Around 11 PM,
sounds I had heard in the distance started getting closer
and closer. It was a big drum band so I woke Ray, who had
fallen asleep, and insisted we get dressed and go to see
what was happening. We got outside in time to join a
crowd following a lively band playing large African style
drums, some with sticks and some with their hands. The
beat was infectious so we followed along for a block or
two before turning around. We made our way back to our
hotel past restaurants that had been empty at 8 PM and
were now thronged with customers, all enjoying a late
meal. One restaurant on the ground floor under our hotel
had live musicians, so we went in to have a glass of wine
at the bar and enjoy the music. People were still
arriving at midnight when we finally packed it in.
We have enjoyed staying another day in Montevideo, but
decided to go back to Buenos Aires on the boat as we had
planned. We were hungry when we docked at 2:45 so instead
of going straight back to our hotel, we walked over to
the Puerto Merado. A series of abandoned red brick
warehouses along the old river port have been converted
into restaurants and outdoor cafes. We had walked along
them when we were Buenos Aires the previous week and now
it was the perfect place for lunch and people watching.
We were glad that we had made that decision because
just as we were finishing up, we noticed what looked like
the kitchen crew heading out for a break. We didnīt
think too much about it until we had walked to the main
street and hailed a cab. He told us in Spanish that all
the traffic lights were out. There were police out at a
few of the intersections directing traffic, but mostly it
was everyone for themselves. Luckily Sunday is not a high
traffic day. The entire downtown area was without
electrical power. The manager of V & S told us that
it was a protest by power company workers. They had been
trying to increase the rates for electricity and gas to
no avail, so they waited for a muggy day and the start of
the football (soccer) game to cut the power. The power
outage lasted nearly four hours!
So here we are, the first rainy day we have had, doing
all our city chores and I am writing episode 1. Tonight
we are going to a tango show and then we will have one
more day to see Buenos Aires, then we fly south to Puerto
Madryn and the Peninsula Valdez.
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