Well actually it ain't India anymore. How do I know? Because it is fucking cold and not stinking hot, ergo we are not in India anymore. Something I admit I already knew since thankfully fell to our knees as soon as we hit Swiss soil about seven weeks ago. Thanking god for the swiss's swiss-ness and their attention cold hard clean and overpriced detail. I know it sounds odd to thank the Swiss for anything, but back then we were quite happy to leave that overly hot sweaty heat behind us. The thing is now though that I wouldn't mind trading places as here it is fucking cold. I'm wearing more layers than an onion to keep me warm, but still struggle to recreate any kind of heat. The temperatures range from outer space to a balmy "ice age" depending on wether the sun is shining or not. Which at the moment it is not. I'm going to try googling Armstrong's phone number to see if I can get him to lend me his space suit...
The cold started in Iguaçu, which is in Brazil. I might sue the travel agents for selling Brazil as a always sunny partying paradise. I also couldn't have been wetter. I 'evoluted' and grew some gills. That wet. The bags that were inside other bags were wet. That wet. And because we like wetness we went to see a waterfall. That was also wet, well they usually are. I reckon the best thing though would be finding very nice places to stay. In Iguaçu we stayed in the guest room of El Refugio. Owned and operated by Danish Ole and his wife Lupe. You get what you don't get when you stay at the Taj (although admittedly I found that quite agreeable too); a connection to locals. Ole invited us up to their private level in the house and showed us his awesome musical instruments, with the definite star being a Japanese string instrument called Shamisen. It rocks harder than Magnus... Well almost, but keep trying you japanesies! See it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7QAMrzqeDGM&feature=youtube_gdata_player
From Iguaçu we got a ride in Ole's original VW Beetle, driven by his son Casper the friendly ghost, to drop us on the Argentinian side of the border where we off course decided to divulge a dead cow. Sorry you vegemetarians there's no way around it.. If it makes it any easier for you than I can say the cow was very old and blind and when it was just going for a nice afternoon stroll happened to run into a barbecue and fell on it. After which we ate it. Well I did. Sandra, miss I'm not going to eat apples in India because they're not local, decided to have fish. Fish. In Argentina. Land of the juicy steaks.
I made her repair that error in Buenos Aires where we on advice of our good friend Rido took advantage of the happy hour at La Cabrera. 800 grams of fine barbecued beef and nearly a bottle of Malbec later (Sandra also had some sss...okay try again...s-s-s-s...ahem...sa...fuck...saaa...salad! Few. Didn't know I could actually say the word.) I was extremely happy and she not so much. It must have been the salad I reckon.
We spent our time in BA being school kids, trying to pick up some Spanish in the week we were there learning such useful things as "¡mis bolas están por el piso!" and behaving like school kids; cracking badly translated jokes and feeling very naughty when we got to classes late. Thanks Marcelo for all the patience!
We also did some after class activities such as watching the very recommendable “Los secretos de sus ojos” (not the simple special effects action movie that I voted for) and Argentinian wine tasting. Go to the bottle-o and get a bottle of Malbec. That's an order. I will be checking on you!
So to conclude I found BA a quite agreeable city with loads of engrained culture, little bars where you can have a drink and be social (no tv's on the wall ozzy boozebarns), good meat & good pastries, grumpy faces on the streets (did the Swiss ever have an influence here?) and of course fucking cold.
Rn.
The cold started in Iguaçu, which is in Brazil. I might sue the travel agents for selling Brazil as a always sunny partying paradise. I also couldn't have been wetter. I 'evoluted' and grew some gills. That wet. The bags that were inside other bags were wet. That wet. And because we like wetness we went to see a waterfall. That was also wet, well they usually are. I reckon the best thing though would be finding very nice places to stay. In Iguaçu we stayed in the guest room of El Refugio. Owned and operated by Danish Ole and his wife Lupe. You get what you don't get when you stay at the Taj (although admittedly I found that quite agreeable too); a connection to locals. Ole invited us up to their private level in the house and showed us his awesome musical instruments, with the definite star being a Japanese string instrument called Shamisen. It rocks harder than Magnus... Well almost, but keep trying you japanesies! See it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7QAMrzqeDGM&feature=youtube_gdata_player
From Iguaçu we got a ride in Ole's original VW Beetle, driven by his son Casper the friendly ghost, to drop us on the Argentinian side of the border where we off course decided to divulge a dead cow. Sorry you vegemetarians there's no way around it.. If it makes it any easier for you than I can say the cow was very old and blind and when it was just going for a nice afternoon stroll happened to run into a barbecue and fell on it. After which we ate it. Well I did. Sandra, miss I'm not going to eat apples in India because they're not local, decided to have fish. Fish. In Argentina. Land of the juicy steaks.
I made her repair that error in Buenos Aires where we on advice of our good friend Rido took advantage of the happy hour at La Cabrera. 800 grams of fine barbecued beef and nearly a bottle of Malbec later (Sandra also had some sss...okay try again...s-s-s-s...ahem...sa...fuck...saaa...salad! Few. Didn't know I could actually say the word.) I was extremely happy and she not so much. It must have been the salad I reckon.
We spent our time in BA being school kids, trying to pick up some Spanish in the week we were there learning such useful things as "¡mis bolas están por el piso!" and behaving like school kids; cracking badly translated jokes and feeling very naughty when we got to classes late. Thanks Marcelo for all the patience!
We also did some after class activities such as watching the very recommendable “Los secretos de sus ojos” (not the simple special effects action movie that I voted for) and Argentinian wine tasting. Go to the bottle-o and get a bottle of Malbec. That's an order. I will be checking on you!
So to conclude I found BA a quite agreeable city with loads of engrained culture, little bars where you can have a drink and be social (no tv's on the wall ozzy boozebarns), good meat & good pastries, grumpy faces on the streets (did the Swiss ever have an influence here?) and of course fucking cold.
Rn.
lolol Sandra was it cooler than Beijing? it was soooo coolllllllleeeddddd!!!
ReplyDeleteArne (you bad husband) I bet you made Sandra eat 500grs of meat for dinner and the poor thing almost died!!! :P
La construcción de un camino es dificil !
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