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So a 14 hour comfortable first class bus journey to Buenos Aires from Mendoza was successfully completed. Arriving at 7 am on a Sunday morning to a dead city was accompanied by a tube ride on the relatively safe but slow underground to the Faculty of Medicine. We were greeted by a giant building which looked like an abandoned hospital from the 1920´s. Later we were to find out that this was one of their main tertiary referral centres.

Don´t Cry For Me Argentina

James and Anne Walkington
2006-08-08 17:03:06

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So a 14 hour comfortable first class bus journey to Buenos Aires from Mendoza was successfully completed. Arriving at 7 am on a Sunday morning to a dead city was accompanied by a tube ride on the relatively safe but slow underground to the Faculty of Medicine. We were greeted by a giant building which looked like an abandoned hospital from the 1920´s. Later we were to find out that this was one of their main tertiary referral centres.

Anyway a short walk and we found our hostel - Archies Place - A nice comfortable building (and for once you weren´t allowed to smoke) although the kitchen was seriously limited by the bold notices saying you can´t fry. We got around this by only sweating the onions, meat, etc, although still got in trouble for this.

A lazy day doing very little apart from wandering around the local area. The biggest problem with B.A is that it is one of the dirtiest cities I have every been to. Dog poo everywhere, you are unable to look at the city as you are solely looking at the floor and watching where you tread. After the long bus journey Anne was pretty grumpy so James
let her go to bed early.

The next day was bank holiday Monday so everything was shut. After a breakfast of crackers and dulce de leche (basically sugar) we headed out to see Evita´s grave. Was very grand in a huge cemetery. The graves looked like houses and the living in the city don´t live in such grandure.

A walk along a busy road took us to the rubbish botanical gardens. It was scrappy, dirty, and full of stray cats.

We signed up for another Spanish course for the next four days. No Catty this time but our teacher was nice and spent ages taking us through masses of vocab, verbs and grammar. We now have a massive folder of stuff to learn.

During the evenings we went to see Codigo del da Vinci (The Da Vinci Code) although the French bits were subtitled in Spanish. Still got the jist from reading the Spanish. ...