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Did I mention that driving in Buenos Aires is a challenge? Not that we have tried, but we have been “tried” by taxi drivers! We loved that frequent drive in taxi from the Intercontinental to the Hyatt, tumbling down Avenida 9 de Julio, astride between two lanes, trying to squeeze in between 2 equally carefree and self-righteous drivers. Better close your eyes, or check your Blackberry! Not expensive though, except when they spot a fake 10 peso note that you have innocently acquired – in this case from the Hotel, where the reception clerks are prompt to deny, making it clear that they have a lot of problems of that kind with taxi drivers, etc... Believe me, it’s your lost!
If you want to get out BA, a nice way is to take the “Tren de la Costa”, a 15km train ride that takes you to the Parana Delta, along the coast of the Rio del Plata. You can spend hours meandering along canals in the Delta – we were quite satisfied with the hour boat ride it took us from Tigre to the Gato Blanco restaurant (www.gato-blanco.com) for a leisurely fish lunch on a shadowy deck overlooking the Rio Capitan by a sunny and warm day –delectable!
If you want to get out BA, a nice way is to take the “Tren de la Costa”, a 15km train ride that takes you to the Parana Delta, along the coast of the Rio del Plata. You can spend hours meandering along canals in the Delta – we were quite satisfied with the hour boat ride it took us from Tigre to the Gato Blanco restaurant (www.gato-blanco.com) for a leisurely fish lunch on a shadowy deck overlooking the Rio Capitan by a sunny and warm day –delectable!
Porto Madero, the swanky dockland development that is changing the face of BA, was a favourite night destination, for dinner - the Italian classic Marcelo and Sushiclub (http://www.sushiclubweb.com/index2.swf), both very well frequented, and deservedly so, especially the sushi place. The ultimate attraction though was Rojo Tango, a very slick dance show in the no less slick Cabaret of the extravagant Faena Hotel + Universe (www.feanahotelanduniverse.com), a surprisingly colourful place for a Philippe Stark design interior. As one of the guide books put it, this is the hottest place to rest your head when in town! Built out of a converted turn-of-the-century Manchester brick grain store by high-roller fashion industry young “veteran” Alan Feana, this is where BA’s beau monde hang out at night. Rojo Tango is not your typical tango dinner place (I have been at the Cafe Tortoni show a few years back that offers a more traditional tango performance, the way you would imagine it); this one is more of an amalgam of very choreographed latino dance numbers, at times very sensual, with lanky, well-formed female bodies abounding, and a very swinging band to sustain the rhythms. Lots of fun!
For something very different, we went exploring Palermo Viajo at the other end of the city, at lunch time. A very green, leafy place, where the pace is not dictated by the tohu-bohu of the business or tourist world, and which has “developed” so to speak into the creative community world of BA, with plenty of artisan shops, small galleries and little restaurants. We went to Olsen for lunch, a Scandinavia-inspired place, rather trendy with its Danish design, and especially restful with its Nordic firs garden that fronts it. Great place to while a leisurely lunch, and to carry on “en flânant” in this peaceful neighbourhood.
From MALBA, we walked to the Recoleta Cemetery, the largest necropolis in the world we read, a landmark in BA; I guess the greatest attraction for the foreigners, and I suspect many locals, is the tomb of Eva Peron, who found herself resting there, in the rather simple Duarte family tomb, after a tortuous itinerary of some 20 years that took her body, among other places, to an anonymous tomb all the way to Italy. I don’t know if it is because Madonna is in town (she is taking her road show across Latin America), and visited with Cristina F Kirshner, the current “presidenta” of the country, at la Casa Rosada, but it seems that Eva Peron, to this day, still captures very much the imagination, if not the heart, of many Argentines, perhaps longing for a more dramatic and flamboyant period of their history...(she’s got a museum in BA dedicated to her – check her official website http://www.evitaperon.org/index.htm )
Speaking of Café Tortoni (http://www.cafetortoni.com.ar/index_ingles.html ), went there for an afternoon coffee, and to soak in a bit of the old Buenos Aires – the place has been around since 1858! An institution for sure, and a good resting stop on the way to pedestrian Florida street and Galerios Pacifico for a last quick spree of shopping (as if necessary, having spent Saturday afternoon touring the shops at Patio Bullrich Shopping Center, and been already at the Galerios!...)
other cafés in BA: La Biela; 36 Billares
Airport pandemonium! We are leaving. The doors of the airport open to a wall of people queuing to get God knows where. It’s a public holiday, the Immaculate Conception, and people are flying back home, or wherever. Thank God for the porters we hired outside, who valiantly and ruthlessly fend for us through the crowd to the Air Canada registering counter. And that was only the beginning as we had to queue up to pay the airport tax; to get our tax refund forms stamped by Customs, to cash the refund, to get in the security zone, to go through security, and finally get to Immigration control , a mere one hour and a half since crossing the doors of the airport! There is got to be a better way...We won’t hold this against BA though as the city and its people, the Portenos, have been fabulously pleasant and engaging!
Airport pandemonium! We are leaving. The doors of the airport open to a wall of people queuing to get God knows where. It’s a public holiday, the Immaculate Conception, and people are flying back home, or wherever. Thank God for the porters we hired outside, who valiantly and ruthlessly fend for us through the crowd to the Air Canada registering counter. And that was only the beginning as we had to queue up to pay the airport tax; to get our tax refund forms stamped by Customs, to cash the refund, to get in the security zone, to go through security, and finally get to Immigration control , a mere one hour and a half since crossing the doors of the airport! There is got to be a better way...We won’t hold this against BA though as the city and its people, the Portenos, have been fabulously pleasant and engaging!
