From Coronel Suarez we headed for Buenos Aries, the capital city of Argentina. Here I must declare a bias. With the exception of Christchurch in New Zealand I have not yet been to a city that I like. Too many people, too much traffic, etc., etc. Buenos Aries is part of the group. There were a few saving graces.
Some of the buildings were impressive. There were beautiful trees in some parks. We were lucky to meet up with Laura and her son Ethan. We had first met them on our trip over the Andes from Chile and Laura urged us to get in touch once we hit the city.
|Jo's Tilley hat and one of BA's buildings|
|A BA yellow bus|
We were much less impressed with the Yellow bus hop-on, hop-off city tour. If all the buses are the same as the one we boarded they are an utter waste of time and money.
The Nauga hide seats had cracks in them. The headphones are unreliable. We had to choose among three of them before we found a pair that even worked. Every now and again, without any action our part, the commentary would quit, or change into another language. As if that was not enough the recorded voice would seldom tell us about the place or building we were passing. Useless as tits on a boar. We soon disembarked and headed for the metro, which is excellent.
|General San Martin|
Unfortunately we fell victim to a pickpocket. We had heard of the skill of the local members of this brigade. I imagine that the activity is on an industrial scale with gangs acting as teams. Our pickpocketing experience may have been unique. As we emerged from the dark of the cathedral to the bright sunlight of the square Jo put on her dark glasses. We crossed the road, walked fifteen metres and suddenly Jo called out, “my hat! It was gone.
Her expensive Tilley headgear had been removed from her head. Only one solution. Buy a straw replacement from a sidewalk vendor.
On our last evening we did enjoy a tango show. The intriguing thing was the demonstration of the dancing styles and costumes over the last century.
|A special place|
The Taj Mahal, Machu Pichu, Victoria Falls, an elephant herd in the wild. We are lucky to have seen all four. There are no doubt others.
|A special moment on the shore oif the Kasinga Channel, Queen Elizabeth NP, Uganda|
In each case one can read as much as one likes, one can even see photos or watch videos. Then one sees the real thing. The experience is on another level.
Next stop the Iguazu Falls. Even in the thirty-four degree and maybe ninety-five percent humidity the falls are stunning.
A raging series of cataracts, crashing sound, clouds of spray high in the air. Enough said.
The best thing, other than the falls? As we left the little train at the exit gate there were two cold showers to stand under. We soaked oursleves from head to foot, clothes and all.
The clothes were dry by the time we boarded the bus, but the temporary relief was great.
Despite my statement that photos not doing justice here are a couple that we have kept, if only for ourselves (and to share in miniature here)
|A pan view of the Argentinian side of the falls.|