Here I am excited to get on the bus and start our 18 hour journey to Buenos Aires - little did I know they only carried meat for lunch and dinner and that in 18 hours I would be allowed one (very small) bottle of red wine and a glass (!) of champagne and that some fucker would be snoring all night!!! I can sleep through most things but have no idea why snoring keeps me awake! This snoring fucker in front of me snored all night - thank god for my iPod and Elizabeth Whiter's 'Journey through the Chakras' - my saviour from most stressful situations! It last half an hour and I listened to it 8 times from midnight till 6am - so I was well meditated but fucking knackered as I hadn't slept and I was starving - wish I had got the plane, even if they only serve turkey (SHAME!) sandwiches at least I would have been there in 3 hours!!!
Here is a pic from the bus of the sunset in Argentina - very pretty.
Once we arrived at the main bus station in Buenos Aires, I headed off leaving Mark to watch the bags to see if I could a place to change money as neither of us had any argentinian money but I didn't have any luck so we had to persuade a taxi driver to take us to our apartment and get paid in US$ - as it turns out all argentinians want to get paid in US$ because their economy is fucked so they are all buying into the dollar to save themselves. We arrived at our apartment and Juan our lovely landlord was more than keen to swap his Pesos for our US$!
We landed on our feet with this apartment $40 a night and its 4 times the size of our apartment in Copacabana and it has a lovely pool and gym - pool I will use - gym not a hope in hell but Mark might, mind you he is learning to horse ride tomorrow so he may be walking like John Wayne for the next few days so perhaps he won't be heading to the gym!
Some people had just checked out of the apartment as we arrived so it needed cleaning so Juan took our bags up but we went off to find me something to eat - I had had a bread roll and red cabbage for my dinner and a horrible sticky croissant for my breakfast so I was threatening to eat a 'scabby dog'! as if I would ever but anyway the threat was enough for Mark to get me into the first available cafe for a toasted sandwich, orange juice and tea - absolute heaven!
I get very grumpy if I don't eat often, or at least drink tea with sugar and on the bus they didn't do tea so I didn't get anything to eat or any tea with sugar so you can imagine Marks hurry to get me to somewhere to get me some tea and something to eat!
Once sorted in our apartment we headed off to do our afternoon City Tour which was quite interesting, it was all in english which helps to keep your attention...
The first thing we were shown was a huge flower sculpture that was made out of old air plane parts - interesting way of recycling!!!
We then went to Eva Peron's Mausoleum which I have mixed feelings over. I have put a picture below but as I was waiting to take a photo (lots of tourists) I started to get a bad conscience. I get this feeling a lot to do with dead people - have no idea what its about - I got it in the Cathedral too where there was a big tomb for some hero who had helped fight some cause. What is that all about? I really don't know why i don't feel comfortable around dead bodies - its nothing to do with my experience of my dead little sister, this feels much more recent and the first time I remember feeling embarrassed taking pictures of dead people was at the Cremation Site in Kathmandu so perhaps something stems from there. Mark took a picture of me in front of the dead guys grave and questioned why I wasn't smiling - hmmm why would I be smiling standing in front of some dead guys memorial? am I supposed to be happy he has been reborn? sorry not really figured that shite out but will let you know when I figure out why I feel the way I do around dead peoples memorials!
Here is where Evita is buried - 8 metres underground!
I don't want a huge stone building built for my dead body - sling me in a recycled cardboard box, burn me as quickly as possible and scatter my ashes somewhere green with trees while the sun is shining and I will be more than happy! I suppose I could make it difficult and say I want my ashes scattered in the Jungle where I had my ayahuasca ceremony!!! At least a few of you would get a good trip out of it all!!!
After this we headed to The May Square and the Cathedral - I have been in so many Cathedrals in my life of travels - why do I keep going in to them? I was baptised a Catholic but really don't believe in any of that shite - I don't believe in sinning and repenting - I believing in living and never regretting!!!
Here I am with Evita on the building in the background - she made such a huge difference to Women and the working classes - what an amazing woman. They have an area in the new port that is dedicated to women - all the street names are named after women and the modern footbridge is called The Woman Bridge. They really celebrate the female in Buenos Aires - we should really celebrate women all around the world, where would the world be without us but we don't recognise that ourselves as women but we should. We are amazing , we keep the world going round so lets start celebrating that...
Ahhh, a nice cool beer and the sun on my back! here I am on the balcony of our lovely BA apartment....
We had a nice dinner in for a change - mark made tomato pasta and a pepper and lettuce salad - it was brilliant!
Off for Argentinian riding lessons tomorrow - I can't wait! I think Mark is a little nervous as he has started asking questions about how he will feel after! I have told him that 24 hours after he will be a little sore in the bum area but 48 hours after he will be walking like John wayne! I know he doesn't believe me but he will in 48 hours!!! If I haven't told you before - Mark has NEVER ridden a horse before in his life! I am so looking forward to watching him gallop hands free - that is Adrians mission, he is our teacher. I will be a little bit harder to teach as I have been riding since 12 so have my own riding style and also have my own fears. Mark doesn't have any of that... I wish I could be like that again.
Anyway will hopefully have lots of photos of us riding for the next blog.
suzxxx
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