We´re lost again

Julia: Since arriving in South America we´ve spent more time lost than than we care to share, but as we´ve always said, getting lost is the best way to get somewhere you´ve never been. So Hannah and I have kept following pretty and shiny things all around BA. (Corinne, you´ll be proud, we´ve now got a map!! but only because it´s on the back of bus tour´s advertising which someone randomly gave us).

BA is an amazing city. There are many beautiful cathedrals and monuments, some of which we´re pretty much oblivious to the significance, but we´ve taken photos of the plaques with intentions to work out the translation. Our Spanish has been improving. It´s not actually that hard to read it, but that hasn´t really helped us. We´re got the essentials down.

BA should take Paris´reign as the city of love. Everywhere you look, couples are coonoodling. We also found it strange, that at night, where ever you look, people are sifting through garbage, not bums getting food, no, they´re removing the paper and plastic so they can recycle - strange, particularly since the city is covered in a thick line of polution! But don´t let that taint my description of BA because it´s beautiful and we´re loving it here.

Hannah: So six hours after going out to find some food and a quick drink, vowing to get an early night to beat jet lag, we find ourselves with no food but quite a few drinks realising that Hannah´s bag with passports, cash, camera etc is missing (We had another realisation that night - they serve BIG drinks in Argentina). Then we spend the next 15 minutes drunkenly trying to explain to our new Argentian friends and strangers and generally panicing. Luckily for us someone must have looked kindly on our stupidity and handed the bag into security! Yay! And that was just night one... and we didn´t even tell you all the moments from the plane (well since i have the power of the keyboard right now i might just mention Julia´s classic moment of forgetting she was wearing her seatbelt and trying to stand up!!lol)!

While on one of our first lost missions around this city we found ourselves in a street swamped with police cars and what looked like SWAT trucks all there in response to a student protest.. a High School student protest. As the oldest person there mst have been about 16 we were´nt too sure what the police we were about... until we realised today that they have a LOT of police offers, they usually travel in packs of about 5 or 6 and smoke whenever they feel the urge. We have great photos of a police car that is older than and smaller than Mr Beans car.

Julia: As it is Saturday night, I´m sure we´ll have more stories of stupidity tomorrow.

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