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A trip to the Argentine supermarket

Visiting a grocery store in a foreign country, and learning the ways people eat is always one of the most enlightening experiences of a trip.

The variety of food that’s readily available, the way the grocery stores are sectioned out, the average prices... these things all translates to what people actually eat, and can teach you a lot about the life of everyday people.

After visiting quite a few grocery stores all across the country of Argentina, and talking with some of the local foodies/chefs, here are some of the things I noticed. 

More well-behaved dogs off leashes!

The first thing you notice when you visit the grocery store in Argentina is all the little dogs sitting out front, blocking the entrance, waiting for their owners.

The first time we saw this, I thought, "Maybe the dogs are strays," and "Maybe they've got nothing else to do,"  but I soon realized that almost every little dog kicking it on the curb has an owner. And that owner will eventually come out of the store, and the dog will follow them home.

Hate veggies? You're in luck 

Another thing I noticed was the lack of fresh produce or snacks in the grocery stores. That's not to say there aren't any fresh items, there are just less of them.

In many of the stores, you can get apples, bananas, and tomatoes--and in some cases you need to pick through a batch of moldy ones to get to the winners. Eggplants are sometimes available, along with carrots, and potatoes, white onions. pears, grapes, watermelon and red bell peppers. But in many places, the freshness of the produce, the quantity, and the variety are surprisingly low.

I've heard that if you spend more time in the local outdoor markets, the produce is abundant, but in a lot of the supermarkets, the veggies are scarce.

A few reasons why:

  • Argentina's economy makes people hesitant to invest in 
  • Argentina taxes the hell out of farmers (rather than subsidizing them) so it's tough to grow and ship crops
  • Argentinians don't want vegetables anyways

Argentina doesn't snack

Another difference, is the lack of variety when it comes to snacks. At home, I can walk into a Safeway and get tons of fresh vegetables, to-go sushi and packaged fruit, a bottle of green tea, and a big deli sandwich with veggies and spreads. In Argentina, there is often a small fridge section with liquid yogurt, packaged flan and rice pudding, maybe a ham and cheese or breaded meat sandwich, to-go empanadas, and 3-5 generic cheeses and fatty meats.

Here, this isn't so much of an availability problem, I think it's more of a testament to the "2 giant meals of steak" eating schedule, and the traditional taste buds of the Argentines (a people that like their steak, their empanadas, their pastas, and that's about it.)

I won't begrudge anyone their love of simple foods, but I will say it makes putting together a nice picnic a little more difficult. While we were spoiled in France and Spain with a huge selection of interesting breads, meats, and cheeses to take for a picnic, in Argentina there is usually just jamon cocido (ham) and then some kind of pancetta or salami to go along with a slim selection of cheese. They also don't carry a lot in the way of condiments. Unless of course you want some dulce de leche. 

I'll have the cow with a side of pig

What Argentina lacks in little meats, it makes up for with a lot of big meat. Most stores have a very well stocked meat section with large sections of cow, and then lamb and/or rabbit depending on where you are. You can also get chorizo, entrails, blood sausage, and whole chickens, no problem.

You can never have too much chocolate milk

Another thing you will never run out of in Argentina is chocolate, especially the kind that is powdered, and full of artificial sweeteners. To be honest, the wall of Nesquick wasn't too surprising, as most hostels offered hot milk and powdered chocolate right along with coffee in the morning. 

Dairy shines a light on the conflict between government and farm

Finally, the way dairy is handled is fascinating, and it's another example (like the produce) of the problems Argentina currently faces. 

In Argentina, everyone drinks milk from a box that comes out of the dry goods section. It lasts for months. There is a whole section for this kind of “dairy” product at the store. 

It seems ridiculous that Argentina, which is basically one giant cow farm, drinks powdered milk. But unfortunately, there are a variety of reasons why this is the case. 

In the late 90's, Argentina was one of the top producers of milk in the world, but the economic crisis of 2001 stopped dairy production in its tracks. This problem is compounded by the government's "anti-farmer" policies. In the last 10 years, the government has added a 15 percent export tax on most dairy products, and eliminated value-added-tax refunds on exports. The inability to export, along with the fluctuating export tax rate and growing inflation made potential investors even more skittish.

Challenges remain, but the foodies always fine a way to cope

Given how hard it is to get variety for most local people, I was often surprised that the chefs (at least, the ones in more popular places like Buenos Aires, Mendoza, and Bariloche) were able to get almost anything. When we got fresh morels in Bariloche, we asked how the chef was able to get such great produce, and he told me that “he knew a guy.” 

So, I guess like anywhere else, it all comes down to who you know.

 

The Argentine Bikini

I guess they're a lot like Brazilian bikinis? Based on what I saw, I imagine they are a little more conservative, but then, I've never been to Brazil. 

So, just doing a little thinking out-loud about the wedgie-style or thong bikini here. I totally get the logic of hanging your butt out if you're laying out to tan. I personally hate walking around with a white ass all summer. In this respect, the thong style bikini is an awesome innovation that Americans will always be too prudish to ever adopt.

HOWEVER.

The thong bikini is not treated as a tanning suit here. And it is not worn just by the young and fabulous. For every great butt we saw strutting across the beach, there were two that were just . . . not flattered by their outfit choice. Especially since I saw women doing everything from playing soccer, to bending over to collect sea shells, to rock-climbing in suits much skimpier than the ones below. 

I guess, overall, no judgements on my part, it's cool other countries are so much less uptight about body image. I guess I just don't see these catching on at home any time soon. 

Most girls aren't going full-thong, it's more like a perma-wedgie.

Most girls aren't going full-thong, it's more like a perma-wedgie.

Cerro Tronador vs the Circuit Chico

After a rough go in El Chalten and Puerto Madryn, we weren’t in a mood to be overly aggressive with our plans. So the fact that Bariloche was scenic and easy to navigate, and that Altuen was a beautiful, comfortable hotel with friendly hosts was a welcome change from the beautiful—but unpredictable, desolate and remote—stops in Patagonia.

Once we finished La Ruta del Sieto Lagos, there weren’t a ton of “must-see” tourist destinations in Bariloche--other than hanging out and checking the views. But Dan and I tend to be fairly aggressive travelers, so we turned our attention to the remaining spots we'd heard about outside of town--Cerro Tronador, and the Circuit Chico.

Cerro Tronador vs the Circuit Chico

Cerro Tronador is an extinct "stratovolcano" (thanks Wikipedia) that takes a full day to visit. There are over 8 black glaciers on this stratovolcano, and apparently you can hear them crack as they shift and melt. In addition to the coolness of a black glacier, there are waterfalls, mountains and rivers. Not surprisingly, this drive and visit was listed as the #1 activity for Bariloche on Trip Advisor, although, at the time of posting, it was listed as #2.

Circuit Chico is much less "wow," and much more "ahhhh." It's essentially a 70km loop that takes you past Llao Llao, the beautiful, famous hotel in Bariloche, and by some mellow rivers and lakes, a small town, and a petrified forest.

Overall, Circuit Chico seemed a little more predictable, and "on-the-beaten-path," so it was not initially my first choice, I worried as well, that since we had just driven Sieta Lagos--the end all, be all drive of Bariloche--Circuit Chico would seem like the poor man's alternative.

Why I'm glad we decided to drive Circuit Chico

I think, if we had been in Bariloche for a different portion of the trip, I would have been committed to Cerro Tronador. However, the third week in, we had learned that when something sounds easy/amazing in Argentina, there's always a catch. And it's usually not anything you learn from reading a guidebook.

It pays to have up-to-the-minute information about things happening in Argentina, because, at any moment, the weather, availability, topographical conditions, can all change. Case in point, the latest Foder's Guide had mentioned an archeological dig you could join, but when I looked into it, the project had been defunded and the archeologists were gone.

In this case, I dug into the recent social posts about Cerro Tronador, and learned that in the last few days, it hadn't been such a great place to be. For one thing, the horseflies were a big problem. (Someone posted 2 days earlier, “If it’s a cold day, you’re in luck, because the bugs are almost unbearable in the heat.”)

Secondly, I discovered that while the location is billed as black glaciers in a volcano--which sounds REALLY cool--it's literally just that, glaciers INSIDE the volcano. From the viewpoint across the lake, it's an icy black mountain next to a river. It's beautiful, but not sure if it would be worth the expense of an all day drive. Especially when you combine horseflies, the fact that the road in is 100% gravel, and that you can only get access certain times of the day.

Pretty, but not sure I want to drive all day for this. 

Pretty, but not sure I want to drive all day for this. 

So, after a really close, skeptical evaluation, it seemed pretty clear that Argentina was trying to trick us again. I am sure it is an absolutely amazing place to visit, but probably not in the dead of summer, and not for our trip. 

It's not so bad "missing out" in Bariloche

I think, my take-away here, is that Bariloche is different than visiting Buenos Aires, or even some of the other Patagonia towns we passed through. It's made for relaxing.

Which is good, because when you come to Argentina you'll spend a lot of time en-route, trying to see things, waiting for busses, etc. etc. In Bariloche, if you spend too much time driving to get somewhere, you'll miss the point. So, although we felt like we were taking the lame tourist route, and reducing our adventure creds by a factor of 10, I'm not sorry we missed out on Cerro Tronador. It's always a reason to go back. 

Highlights from lazing our way around Circuit Chico


Driving La Ruta del Siete Lagos

Although the biggest thing I wanted to do in Bariloche was RELAX, the highlight of Bariloche was driving La Ruta del Siete Lagos. This is partly because we did the drive the day of our 9 year anniversary (yes, Dan and I have been together 9 years!) and partly because it was amazingly beautiful and relaxing.

La Ruta del Siete Lagos is about a 150km drive that takes you around 7 amazingly beautiful, interconnected lakes, and about 50 other bodies of water. And even though it's the busiest part of Patagonia, once you're out on the open road, there aren't a lot of people in your way.

You can drive La Ruta del Siete Lagos with a tour group, or you can hitchhike, but I think a car is really the best way to get around--especially if you want to actually take breaks and enjoy the scenery.

While Bariloche was definitely more tourist-friendly, getting a car last minute was still a bit of a struggle. Altuen offered to call for us, but it wasn't until we visited several places in town that we found a place with a car. We had a conversation about the contract in Spanish, which I understood 70% of, then blindly signed the rental papers. By 9am the following morning, we had our car and were off! 

Driving La Ruta del Siete Lagos:

The road begins in the center of town, and most people start by heading west. (We had a 7.2km head-start, due to our hotel location.)

The whole first part of the drive, wraps around Lake Hupai, a giant, empty, glassy body of water that makes Tahoe look like a swimming hole.

About 45 minutes into the drive, you arrive at Villa Angostora, a really cute little town that was hit by a volcano in 2011, and is still in the process of rebuilding. There are some great places to stop and eat, and some good breweries. (Fodor says Australis is the best brewery in Patagonia, but I wouldn't go that far.)

Once you leave Villa Angostora, you are in the heart of the drive. 7 icy blue, crystal clear, mostly connected lakes, one after the other. The lakes wrap around the road, with plenty of places to stop and admire the view, or if you have time, get out and swim.

The views were amazing, but the thing that was most shocking to me was that there was no one on the lake. Like, we saw 5 boats the entire time we were out, across 150km of highway.

Not surprisingly, the water was like glass. And really. There was NO ONE out there. While I doubt Argentina has the money to develop much of a boating culture, if you were able to get your hands on a ski-boat out there, it would be some of the best wake-boarding ever.

The drive takes you all the way to San Martin, another little town with a formalized swimming area, kayak rentals, shops, hostels, and lots of spots for food, beer and wine. 

For many people, this is the “end of the line” and you can turn around and drive back, but we had heard it was beautiful to come back the other way, on over 60km of unpaved road. 

It was. Even though we got stuck behind a really slow van for about 20km on the gravel road. 

All-in-all, I would say La Ruta del Siete Lagos is a must-do drive. Don't take the tour bus, don't try to hitchhike, rent a car and go. Your effort will be rewarded with beautiful lakes and incredibly majestic rocky landscapes that, unfortunately, I really can not do justice to with my current level of photography skills. You will just have to go and see for yourself.

Bariloche = the Swiss Alps of Argentina

After a hot, dry, “meh” experience in Puerto Madryn, I was hoping Argentina would show me something beautiful that wasn't completely exhausting. Thank God we came to Bariloche.

After an interminably long bus ride, we wanted to leave the bus station as quickly as humanly possible, and jumped into the first cab we saw.

Driving through town, I was surprised how much Bariloche reminded me of Lucerne, Switzerland. There was the amazing lake, the pretty architecture, and in the main town there were ski/skate shops, designer boutiques, fondue restaurants, hotels, breweries, and chocolate stores on every corner.

When you visit Bariloche, you can either stay in the center, which is what all the kids do who go to Bariloche for their Senior trip, or you can stay in a hotel outside of town, 5-15 miles along the main drag. I just picked the best rated modestly priced hotel, since we were getting burned out on the hostels. 

Altuen, the hotel we eventually booked 4 nights with, was 7.2 km outside of town, right off the main drag. Not only was it walking distance from some of the best restaurants in Bariloche, but there was a nearby beach, and a ton of small parillas, wine bars, hotels and B&Bs overlooking the water. The best part of all, is that the temperature couldn’t have been more than 75-80 degrees—the first temperate location of the trip!

Altuen's owners were an extremely friendly couple, who always wished us "Nice Time!" when we left for the day. Luis, the man of the house, made us little maps, and cooked us eggs every morning. I've never met someone who liked his job/house-guests more than Luis.

Paula, who must have been half Dan’s size, was absolutely adorable too. Hilariously, she insisted on carrying both Dan’s bags up the stairs herself, even though Dan physically tried to stop her. Once in the room, things just kept getting better. We had a little porch, some chairs for sitting outside, a big, decently comfortable bed, and an awesome view of the lake. 

All-in-all, our arrival in Bariloche was definitely a welcome change, and a sign that the course of the trip was finally starting to go a little bit more our way.

Punta Tombo Penguins do not disappoint

So far on this trip, I've done a lot of complaining about things not going the way I planned, whether its due to misguided expectations, or unfortunate weather conditions.

But, I am happy to say, the penguins of Punto Tombo were as AWESOME as I hoped they would be.

This was a huge relief because the penguins were a major reason we came to Puerto Madryn, so there was a lot of pressure on those penguins to perform.

The view of Puerto Madryn from the edge of town. Not super appealing without draws like penguins.

The view of Puerto Madryn from the edge of town. Not super appealing without draws like penguins.

The day Dan and I went to Punto Tumbo, we rented a car to make the 2.5 hour drive. We wanted to get an early start, but of course, we were unable to pick up the car till 11am. (Apparently that's just how car rentals work around here.)

Interestingly enough, when we said we wanted to go to Punto Tumbo, the owner of our hostel, an Irish/Spanish guy named Gaston, acted very "meh" about the activity, as if he thought we were taking an unnecessarily long drive just to see some birds. I would have been concerned that we were making another misinformed detour, but I had read in the Fodor's guide that Puerto Madryn locals like bash the nearby areas, and their advice should be taken with a grain of salt. Not sure why this is the case, but I'll back Fodor up that it's true.

In any case, I'm glad we ignored his advice, because Punto Tombo was awesome! 

What is Punto Tumbo?

You'll know you've arrived when you see the sign.

You'll know you've arrived when you see the sign.

Punto Tumbo is one of the few places in the world you can go to see thousands and thousands of penguins, walking free, preening, and being completely awesome.

Map of all the places you can find penguins in the world.

Map of all the places you can find penguins in the world.

Between September and April, Punto Tumbo is taken over by thousands of Magellanic penguins that come to this site to lay/hatch eggs, teach babies to hunt and swim, and prep for migration. Puerto Tumbo is the largest penguin colony in South America, and it's really incredible to see so many of these adorable birds in their natural environment.

You can't go up and pet them, or go down to the shore where the bulk of them hang out, but there is about a 3km walk way that winds you through the dunes and coast where the penguins build their nests, so you get up close and personal with plenty of mothers, fathers, and babies. 

You even see some other animals along the way, like guanacos, rheas, and if you're lucky, pumas.

A couple of guanacos strolling down the street.

A couple of guanacos strolling down the street.

One of my favorite things I learned about penguins, is that they are incredibly loving parents! They find a partner, mate for life, and split feeding/caring for the babies right down the middle. Each parent takes turns going out to the ocean, getting food, and coming back to feed. 

Another cool thing about penguins is that, while they are absolutely hilarious on land, they are impressively awesome in the water. They're almost like little ducks in tuxedos, but even faster, better swimmers underwater.

Wobbly on land, but a totally different animal in the water.

Wobbly on land, but a totally different animal in the water.

I could have spent all day at Punto Tumbo, if it had not been 95+ outside, but it was definitely a good 3 hour side trip (plus 2 hours each way on the road.) Long drive through the desert, but totally worth it.

On to Puerto Madryn

After 4 days of terrible weather, we left El Chalten on a bright, sunny morning (of course) and went back to El Calafate, where we spent one night basking in the glow of the internet, and hanging out at America del Sur, before catching our flight to Puerto Madryn.

Puerto Madryn--which is pronounced, Puerto MAH-drin--is a 24 hour bus ride from El Calafate, which bizarrely equals a one hour flight. I think the time discrepancy is because the roads are so terrible, and because busses move about 30 miles an hour the entire trip. Google says it's about 16 hours away, so who knows. 

Google map image of El Calafate to Puerto Madryn

Google map image of El Calafate to Puerto Madryn

I have to say, my first impressions of Puerto Madryn were not super positive. Mostly because I thought Puerto Madryn would be like Monterey, or Carmel, when in reality, it was more like any sketchy, junky beach town you might find in the US. 

But we weren't in town for the town itself, we were in town to see the animals.

Puerto Madryn is the jumping off point for Punto Tombo (the penguin colony) sea lions and elephant seals, dolphins, and if you're there from May-December, whales!

So, while the town itself wasn’t anything to write home about, I still viewed our arrival with optimism, hoping we’d get up close and personal with some of the animals I was so excited to see. 

5 Things you didn't know about El Chalten

1. The internet is next to obselete

As a child of the internet age, of course I have to start with this. There “is internet” and all the places in town advertise that they have wifi, but this is false advertising. If you are expecting US wifi, you will be disappointed.

In El Chalten, it takes several minutes to load a page, and the wifi crashes constantly. At times, it felt like we were going back 30 years.

This was especially problematic as we tried to book a flight, and then confirm that the flight was booked. Dan tried to use Priceline to buy a flight, and after pushing “purchase,” there was a 10 minute period where we had no idea whether the flight was actually purchased. Since there were only 7 seats left on the flight (and the only other option was a 24 hour bus ride) we were very anxious to get the flight.

We later saw a confirmation page, but never received any confirmation email, and couldn’t use Skype to make a call to figure out if we had actually bought the tickets. We finally had to email Nick to get him to take care of it from home.

2.     El Chalten doesn’t have enough power to support the town

Because El Chalten is so remote, and so new, it really doesn’t have the infrastructure to support the people that visit during “high season.” This doesn't just apply to internet, it also applies to electricity. 

Our first night in El Chalten, we spent 40 minutes without power. We were sitting in our room watching spanish South Park, and suddenly, everything went off, and battery-power generators came on. We were pretty surprised.

Fortunately, this is such common occurrence during high season that our hotel was prepared with flashlights, candles, and emergency battery-powered lights. We went down to the lobby to see everyone sitting around, drinking wine in the dark, as if everything was normal.

3.    El Chalten is younger than you

Part of the reason the infrastructure is so bad in El Chalten is that the town didn’t even exist until about 28 years ago, when Argentina got involved in a dispute with Chile about the location of the border.

Because El Chalten is way up in the mountains, it’s tough to draw a line where one country ends, and the next country begins. To stop Chile from claiming the territory, Argentina put up some buildings in 1985, and built an information center for people visiting the park. Within 7-8 years, about 6 families had come to settle in the town.

Today, El Chalten is still relatively empty but rapidly growing (from 40 locals in the 90’s to about 1500 today) and because of this, the power, sewage lines, internet, etc, are regularly pushed beyond capacity.

4.     El Chalten is in the middle of NOWHERE

It takes 3 hours by bus to get from El Calafate to El Chalten, and about 6-7 hours to get to the next city in Chile. It is REMOTE. I think El Chalten was the first place on this trip that I started realizing just how big, remote, and spread out Argentina is. 

5.     El Chalten is a great place to have a beer

If you are going to be stuck in El Chalten, let’s hope you enjoy craft brews. Because there are a lot of them, and they are delicious! 

Small victories in El Chalten

I already mentioned that we had absolutely terrible weather during our Glacier Hike in El Chalten. What I didn't mention is that this weather continued for most of our 4 nights in El Chalten. 20-24 hour constant wind, 30-35 mph gusts of wind, on-and-off rain, and 90% cloud cover. Great weather for looking at snowy mountains.

We didn't get to see Cerro Torre, Mount Fitz Roy, or any of the other majestic scenery we had been hoping for. Our big hike we attempted yielded less than exciting results. 

There's what we're supposed to see, and then what we actually saw.

There's what we're supposed to see, and then what we actually saw.

And in case you didn't believe me that it was awesome, here's some stock photography.

It was really hard knowing this was there, and simultaneously knowing we would not be seeing it in real life. 

It was really hard knowing this was there, and simultaneously knowing we would not be seeing it in real life. 

While we missed out on the real winners (even though we stayed 2 extra nights to try and beat the rain) at least we took a couple of pretty hikes. 


Hitching a ride to El Chalten

I have never actually hitchhiked before, so, I guess there is a first time for everything.

99% of the time, I’m actually not super “down” with hitchhiking. As a woman, it feels dangerous—both to get into a random car, and to pick a random person up. Plus, whenever I see someone on the side of the road, it always seems like an inconvenience to stop, so I've always hated the idea of making someone else feel that way about me.

But after our harrowing experience on the glacier, and the non-immediate appearance of a tour bus to take us home, I was more than happy to get into a warm car with a couple of strangers. And when our new friend Ayelet started approaching random cars to ask for a ride, I ran up behind her and put on a big grin, as if I were a puppy at an adoption fair hoping to get picked.

The couple that stopped for us were so nice. They were a little perplexed as to why the three of us were 30 minutes outside of town without a ride, but they spoke decent English, and Ayelet and I both speak decent Spanish, so we were ok on making conversation about their home in Brazil, about El Chalten, about San Francisco, Israel, the tour, our travels, and all the other small-talky things you discuss when with strangers.

When hitchhiking, unexpected detours can’t be helped

Just as El Chalten came into site, our driver announced he needed to stop for gas, which in El Chalten can be a 20 minute affair. (There is only one station, with only one pump. Not only do you have to wait in a long line to get it, but you have to wait for the attendant to pump your gas, since you aren’t allowed to pump it yourself.

With the car turned off, it started to get cold in the backseat. Plus, I really had to pee. But, we kept making small talk, and pretended we didn’t mind the wait.

After getting gas, we stopped again for about 5 minutes while our driver photographed the condors flying by. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw our bus drive by. (Apparently they hadn’t forgotten about the tour group after all.)

We were all dead tired and wanting to get back to our hotels, but, it’s commonly understood that when you’re getting a free ride, whoever picked you up makes the rules. So Ayelet, Dan, and I all exchanged tired looks, but kept our impatience in check, and Dan took a picture of the condors too.

When we got into town and were finally dropped off, I wondered if we were not making a faux pax by not paying our new friends. But by the time I got a chance to ask Dan if we had some cash, they had closed the door, and were on their way out of town.

I still don’t think I could ever be one of those travelers who goes from place to place using their thumb, but I do think I have a new understanding of some of the benefits of hitch-hiking. You meet really kind and generous people, you have interesting conversations, and there's something to be said for the unexpected moments you're likely to face on the road.

Walking the streets of Punta del Diablo

After the day-long trip to get here, we woke up to see just how "out there" Punta del Diablo really was. (Below, a pic of our trusty VW Golf parked in front of the hotel. You'll see we had to fight really hard for a parking spot.) 

If you follow the road to the right, you hit the end, then there is nothing but sand dunes between you and the Atlantic. 

If you follow the road to the right, you hit the end, then there is nothing but sand dunes between you and the Atlantic. 

Punta del Diablo is like no where I've ever been. When it comes to the geography/infrastructure, it's like a weird combination of Mexico and Santa Cruz, when it comes to the weather, it's like a hot summer in Hawaii. The town is landlocked, but it's so far out there and remote it almost feels like an island.

Punta del Diablo is about an hour from the Brazilian border, 2 hours from Punta del Este (the big party city) 5 hours or so from Montevideo, and 9 hours from Buenos Aires by car. Or, if you fly, it's one hour, and then a 2 hour drive from Punta del Este. 

All types of people came to Punta for New Years--from young kids looking to party, to families on holiday--but everyone was from South America (mostly Brazil, Uruguay, and Argentina.) We didn't really see any Americans at all, which is always a good sign that we've landed somewhere unique.

And of course, there was very little English. We may have run into 1-2 people who "spoke English" the same way I "speak Spanish" but that's usually enough to get us by. 

You'll see in the pictures that there is no rhyme or reason to the infrastructure--what goes where, what's it made out of . . . it's all up for grabs. And as the locals told us, a lot of the infrastructure is temporary, because after the summer rush ends, there are only about 600 inhabitants in the town, while the rest clears out.

I really feel like we stumbled upon a "locals only" spot, that has yet to be discovered. All the signs for new development popping up in the town indicate that in 5 years, Punta del Diablo may be more like the more popular city, Punta del Este, but for now, this place was something really special. 

Arrival in Punta del Diablo

We left Buenos Aires in the morning, but after losing an hour to the time difference in Uruguay, waiting at the airport for our car, and then driving the coastline with a couple of short stops, we got to Punta del Diablo around dinner time. (Although "dinner time" is sort of an approximate, because the 6 hour time difference from San Francisco plus the Latin American tendency to eat dinner at midnight has left my stomach very confused.)

Since it's summer here, we had about 3 hours of light left to find our hostel. This was perfect, because we didn't have a map, internet, or reasonable directions, and we had no idea where we were going. We were also not 100% sure our hostel would work out, after reading about the potential bedbugs and the lack of AC, so we wanted enough time to find other accommodations if necessary.

Arrival in Punta del Diablo

Even though it's only a couple of hours from the airport, Punta del Diablo is extremely remote. You could walk the whole town in an hour or so, and there are no paved roads, very few street signs, unstructured/unregulated development and make-shift shacks, empty sand dunes, dogs without collars roaming the streets, and miles and miles of beach.

We also discovered very quickly that--like Buenos Aires--very few people speak English in Punta del Diablo. Plus, all the hostels/hotels have extremely similar names, so asking for directions was more difficult than we anticipated. Fortunately, my Spanish has improved exponentially since we arrived, so I was more up to the task than I would have been a week prior.

Checking in--and out--of Diablo Tranquilo

Around 7:30-8pm, we found our hostel, El Diablo Tranquilo, and it was about as bad as we feared.

Now, I am sure for the right type of traveler, Diablo Tranquilo is fine (it has pretty decent ratings on Trip Advisor) but after spending 4 days covered in sweat and city dirt, this place seemed like a nightmare.

At 7:30 it was hot, clammy, and muggy, and full of young, worn looking travelers killing time out front, waiting around to party. The stereotypical hostel beach bum was running the check-in, looking as though he was just there to hook up with travelers and surf, and there were a couple of other indifferent-looking employees hanging out and flirting in the front.

I gave our name to one of the girls and asked if we could see our room, or rather, our beds. The room we booked shared a wall with the reception, and it had 8 tiny bunks, with a young girl passed out on one of the top bunks, and a guy sleeping shirtless underneath. The air inside was hot and muggy, and there was no ventilation. I felt like I was walking into a room of hot sickness. Across from the bedroom was a dirty, unisex, bathroom that didn't look much better than one of the public bathrooms you see at the beach in San Diego.

The whole thing was a little soul-crushing.

I realize how spoiled this makes me sound, but I instantly knew that there was no way I was staying in that hostel. I try to be pretty open-minded about a lot of things, but I have my limits, especially when it comes to getting a good nights sleep.

I went back to the front desk where the receptionist asked for my passport to check me in. This was the moment of truth--how do you use a second language to get out of a bad reservation?

I fumbled my way through, "I need a minute," and "Oh-by-the-way-can-I-use-the-wifi?" to pull-up the backup reservation. Once Dan and I got the details, we waved as if to say, "We'll be right back" and hopped in our Golf to drive away.

Check-in at Terrazas del Viuda

After driving around in a few more circles, we found La Viuda del Diablo, where I believed our second booking to be. I had a sinking feeling as I realized I had never formally confirmed our reservation, but I hoped it would all work out. 

At the reception desk, there was an extremely worrying 5 minutes of Spanish dialog which involved the staff explaining they had no vacancy, that they didn't remember my email, and that there was no way we could stay. I tried showing them my email, hoping they wouldn't notice that it's arguable I actually confirmed, and someone finally left to track down Pablo, the only guy that speaks English.

Turns out, I had gotten the email confused, and we were actually booked at the sister hotel, Terrazas del Viuda. So, thankfully--after a bit of panic on my part--everything worked out.

By 9pm or so we were checked into our room. It was A MILLION TIMES BETTER than our original plan.

The back porch of Hotel Terrazas del Viuda. 

The back porch of Hotel Terrazas del Viuda. 

From there, we went out to see the town. I will say more about this later, but the whole town is a trip.

Talking Politics in Buenos Aires

I have been thinking about this post for a few days, and just haven't been sure where to start, since there is so much going on in Buenos Aires right now. 

To me, it seems like Argentina is at a pivotal point in its democracy. And what is interesting to note, is that this period of time is the longest span of democracy the country has seen, so I am sure we will continue to see the state of things evolve over time. 

Argentina has an extremely tumultuous and recent history, and it's interesting to see how it has shaped the people and opinions today. The state and the people all seem fiercely committed to democracy--for example, if you are a Porteño and you DON'T vote, you get fined. (Although, I guess I'm not sure how democratic it is to force people to vote.)

In a country where democracy is new, and there are significant problems with the currency, it's not surprising things are still somewhat unstable, but hopefully this will not cause any major problems in the short run.

Some things I've observed:

The protests

Our host, as well as the tour guide from the BA Free Tour, have shared that protests are a regular part of life in Buenos Aires. Our tour guide seemed to take it in stride, as if it's just something wacky the Porteños like to do because they can. And largely, it seems to be the right way to think about it, since the protests are peaceful, and the biggest consequence is that the subway is often closed during rush-hour. Our host, who was probably a young adult when democracy returned to Argentina, looks at the protests a little more seriously.

I noticed the impact of protests personally at the Plaza de Mayo, where we noticed barrier fences with graffiti. Apparently those fences are put up during protests, and since there have been so many of them, the police get sick of taking them down, so they just leave them there. 

These gates are permanently up and ready to barricade the Pink House, just in case.

These gates are permanently up and ready to barricade the Pink House, just in case.

Challenges with infrastructure

On Sunday night, the need for electricity reached record highs in Argentina, around the same time the temperatures reached record highs. Bad combination. City officials held emergency meetings with federal officials on Sunday, as the residents began protesting the electricity outage.

As we drove in on Friday, we saw all kinds of people in the barrios grilling out on the road, and apparently that is the only place for them to go without water or lights in the home.

By Sunday, over 11,000 people had been without power or water in this 100 degree heat (plus 60% humidity) for days--sometimes weeks--and on Monday, protestors began blocking the main roads to the city by burning things in the street to protest.

So far, we are not alarmed from a safety perspective, since the protests are peaceful, and are really just an attempt to get attention brought to the problem, but knowing first-hand how hot it is, it is just crazy to have so many people without access to air or water. 

Picture taken from a BBC article . . . I haven't seen these protests personally, although we did see people without power and water grilling on the side of the road on the way in. These kinds of images, plus interviews with angry residents, was on t…

Picture taken from a BBC article . . . I haven't seen these protests personally, although we did see people without power and water grilling on the side of the road on the way in. These kinds of images, plus interviews with angry residents, was on the news all morning. 

 

 

Clash of Buenos Aires government with the Feds

Another thing that has become clear to me over the last few days, is the divide between Argentinian president Cristina Fernandez, and Buenos Aires mayor, Mauricio Macri.

A caveat here, when you get political insight from someone, you really have no way to judge their perspective (i.e. would you agree with this person if you were living in that country) so a lot of this insight is based on our host opinion, who HATES President Cristina, and loves the mayor.

Mauricio was set to run against Cristina for the presidency, but after her husband died, she won the popular vote. (As our host said, "Oh the stupid woman. She cry and cry, 'oh my poor husband' and she won.)

Mauricio is more of a right-wing, businessman, and is very "pro-change," and focused on efficiency of government, (Although, I can't figure out what "right wing" is here, because he has implemented quite a few things in Buenos Aires like clean waste management, and a government-sponsored free bike system that I believe "right wing" Americans would argue against.)

In the current problems with the energy crisis, he has been on TV several times speaking out against the federal government, and especially Cristina, who has been AWOL throughout this entire thing, apparently with some medical troubles.

Corruption and Inflation 

I am not sure how I feel personally about the Cristina government, but it does seem like the problems with inflation and corruption are real.

The fact that people in Buenos Aires do not save their own currency (which has lost 30% of its value since January) is a problem. JP Morgan estimates that the peso will be worth 45% less by this time next year, which is extremely troubling to residents of the city. Economic troubles has increased the amount of strikes--the police went on strike earlier this year, which led to looting in all the areas surrounding Buenos Aires. 

It also seems like the government lies a lot (which, I suppose ours does too) in ways that stop the people from improving their status. For example, our host told us the government says there are 1 million poor in Buenos Aires, when in actuality, there are 10 million poor, segregated in slums, which I didn't even know Buenos Aires had!

I happened to see the slums from across the river as we drove by in a taxi, and our driver was quick to say they were 'muy peligroso," that we should not go there, and then change the subject to show us a beautiful museum. (Pic below from the internet, but when we drove by, this seemed like it went on for quite awhile.)

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The pope, who apparently is not liked by Cristina, had asked many times to speak with her about the subject of the poor, and I guess was dismissed every time. 

It also seems like there have been some shady practices lately, that may result in more inflation, and possibly more civil unrest. Our host also informed us that previously, you could be elected to multiple terms, as long as they weren't in a row, so husband/wife politicians (Cristina and her husband) used this to their advantage to keep the power in the family. Now that her husband has died, she is trying to change the constitution to ensure she is in power. Our host says there are a lot of problems with fraud, and money that is supposed to stay in Argentina going to Cristina's pet projects in Patagonia, and that she had made some deals with Iran that are not popular with the people. 

I am sure there is a lot more to see and learn, and I hope, as we leave to explore the rest of the country, we come to develop a more full picture of what it's like to live here, and what we can expect to see in the years ahead.

Sites from the Plaza de Mayo Walking Tour

Plaza de Mayo has been the main political square for Buenos Aires since its May 1810 revolution. Today it's home of the Casa Rosado (Pink House) which is where President Cristina works. It is also close to a bunch of really important (and pretty) federal buildings. See below.

The craziest thing to me about this plaza is its significance in "the dirty war," which occurred during the military dictatorship through the 50's, 60's, 70's. During that time, the government illegally obtained, tortured, and killed anyone who opposed the regime, or who seemed to be sympathetic to the left. 

The Mothers of the Plaza de Mayo began marching to draw attention to the children they lost (los desaparecidos) and were a critical part of bringing justice to some of those responsible. Today, some of the women who were killed for speaking against the government are buried here. 

it's hard to believe that only 30 years ago, this somewhat liberal city was run by a military dictatorship that kidnapped, tortured and killed possibly up to 30,000 of its own people, but you can definitely see how the memory of this influences the people of Argentina today, which I'll say more about later.

Lights out in Buenos Aires

So I keep complaining about how hot it is in Buenos Aires in December, but I swear it is not just me being prissy--things are starting to get crazy here.

This week--and last--have been the hottest weeks on record in 43 years, and we're right in the middle of it. 

Official temperature highs in Buenos Aires have been above 30C since the beginning of December, but humidity and other factors have made it feel like the mid-forties -- and it is likely to stay that way until the New Year. 

I know it gets hot on the east coast, and in many other parts of the country, but it's not the same here as it is in the US. When we have record highs, everyone comes into the air conditioning. When Argentina has record highs, power and water go out, and the people begin protesting in the streets.

Coming face-to-face with some of this country's un-escapable problems makes me realize how spoiled I really can be. For example, I was initially complaining about our host's lack of AC in this heat-wave, but I've realized since then that she has no choice in the matter. Many of the homes down the street have no power and no water, and if we turn the air on, it is possible that we will lose all our power. And because electricity is required to pump water from the streets to the homes, if there is no power, then there is no water. So the fact that she turns on the air at all during the day is a risk, and one she does on our behalf. 

The Argentinian government has recently declared Buenos Aires in a "state of emergency" as power and water are out all over town. This has not impacted us personally, but our host has plenty of friends who have been without water or air. Local papers are calling the electricity companies out, and those who oppose the president, Cristina Fernández de Kirchner, see this as a sign that her reign is coming to an end (more on that topic later).

Tomorrow, we leave for Uruguay, where we will hopefully have some kind of respite from this heat. Because of the protests and the power outages, offices are going to be shut down for the day tomorrow, hopefully it will not be too much of a problem as we try to get to the airport.

Fun at the Feria San Telmo (San Telmo Sunday Market)

"Mantenen sus mochilas en frente de ustedes," said the cab driver as he let us off in Durrago Square (a central point in the San Telmo neighborhood). We got out of the cab, and our driver gestured again that we should hold our backpacks close, and keep our eyes peeled for pickpockets. 

I said "Gracias," assured him we would be careful, and we made our introduction to the Sunday Market. 

I've been playing a little more with my Spanish over the last couple days, and am finally starting to get a little more confidence (I even argued an accidental false charge on a bill!) It seems like, when you open up, everyone else does too--especially the cab drivers, who have lots of advice for friendly tourists.

Fortunately, we already knew to be careful at the San Telmo Market. Not because there was anything violent to worry about, but because it is pick-pocket central. Fortunately, we didn't have any problems at the market, other than paying too much for bad food at a cafe along the way.

Walking the San Telmo Market

I've been to a lot of flea markets in the Bay, and they are not my thing. The only thing I really like there is the kettle corn. 

But this market was so vibrant, and interesting and HUGE - - it went on for blocks and blocks in every direction, and there were so many unique items at ridiculously low prices. I am not sure how to describe the environment, it's one part Mexico, one part Europe, so sort of an odd mix for someone like me who's been to both places, and has a very different opinion of each.

I replaced my broken Nine West glasses with $4 RayBans, and picked up a few cool gifts. I am not sure if the glasses I bought are real RayBans, but the lenses are so good it doesn't even matter.

We found leather placemats and belts and purses for $2-$10-$20, really interesting art, clothes, jewelry and more. There was so much to see, and such crazy bargains, we could have spent much more time there, but the beating sun took us away. (I think my body is just permanently overheated at this point.)

That aside, this is really a cool thing to go see in Buenos Aires, I'd highly recommend it as a place to see a really interesting side of the city. 

6 kooky things about Buenos Aires

Day 2. Lots to share, but it is 2am, so I want to cover some of the things I learned today before I forget.

(When Dan and I were out tonight at the bar, we came up with a whole list of kooky things we learned, but right now, I can only remember 6.)

I know it's not even an even number, but oh well. Here they are:

1. Plastic surgery is a way of life.

According to our FreeBA tour guide (and all the gorgeous people I see out-and-about) 1 in 30 people have had plastic surgery in Buenos Aires. Why is this? 

2 reasons.

- Porteños are obsessed with their looks. 

- Public healthcare is free in Argentina, but as an incentive to get people to pay for the private health care, anyone in the private system gets one free surgery every 3 years. It can be any surgery you want, and supposedly implants are the most popular.

2. One in five Porteños sees a psychologist weekly

As we learned today from our guide, "If you DON'T see a psychologist, you have a problem." It makes sense, as Argentina is an extremely open and expressive culture, going through a lot of transition and economic hardship.

If they can't vent their feelings completely to the people they love, it only makes sense to find a professional--especially since this is ALSO free with private health insurance.

3. Lanes are just a suggestion

Our taxi continually fought to split the lanes . . . it didn't get us there any faster.

Our taxi continually fought to split the lanes . . . it didn't get us there any faster.

4. The Spanish is an absolute mindf*ck

I feel like I speak decent Spanish. But in Argentina, it's a whole other world. 

For example, "ll" and "y" are pronounced "ch" - - so, when someone is talking about chicken, it's "po-cho" as opposed to "poy-yo," when someone is talking about a street it's "cah-che" as opposed to "cay-yeh"

And in most Spanish dialects, "tu" means "you" - - and you add an "es/as" to most verbs. Like "tu estas aqui."

In Buenos Aires, they use "vos" but conjugate it as though it was "tu." Are you confused yet?

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5. PDA is no big deal

Seriously, teens and adults alike are making out in the street--everywhere. 

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6. Porteños are obsessed with Italy. And Fernet. 

Not sure why. We are all about the Fernet in San Francisco too, but here they drink it with coke. They also love pizza, and in fact, one of the best things we ate so far was the marisco pizza at Pizza Guerrin. 

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I am seriously bummed that I can't think of the other things I wanted to share, but hopefully they will come to me as we walk the streets tomorrow. For now, I am blaming my memory lapse on the heat . . .  it is still pretty freaking insufferable, but I am learning to live with it.

Nightlife in Palermo

At the end of our first day in Buenos Aires (when we finally came-to post-nap) Dan and I caught a cab out to the Palermo district for some dinner, drinks, and hopefully shenanigans. But let's be honest . . . we were so groggy and cranky, we were lucky just to make it to dinner and drinks without falling over.

It's a shame, because Palermo is one of the trendiest (but ironically older) neighborhoods in Buenos Aires, and it is all about nightlife. (Rich tourists shopping and "cafe-ing" by day, dudes/girls in short skirts looking to get laid by night.)

The Palermo District

Palermo breaks out into a few different neighborhoods--Palermo Viejo, Palermo Soho, and Palermo Hollywood. Palermo Viejo is the oldest part, and is where all the Porteño grannies lived back in the day. (Our host was lamenting over the beautiful streets 'where her grandma lived' that have been taken over by real estate companies and rich folk. Sounds a lot like some place I know . . . . ahem . . . San Francisco . . )

Palermo reminded me a lot of the Marina, but a little more bohemian, and a lot more sultry. 85 degrees at 1am, beautiful people, lots of partying, twinkling lights . . . it's great, but it doesn't surprise me some of the more traditional locals find it obnoxious. As a tourist, I thought it was awesome.

Palermo Soho is full of cheap drinks, lots of shopping, and 2-story bars with beautiful patios. Palermo Hollywood is similar, but it's called "Hollywood" because the TV and radio producers are there. (Our host, Paz HATES that they call it "Hollywood." She says it makes Buenos Aires sound snobby.) 

Palermo Viejo is obviously the oldest, and the most laid back, but it's got some GOOD food too. All of Palermo has great shopping, but I feel like it's wheelhouse is nightlife, as it is just getting started at midnight, and it is PACKED all night long.

Spain boasts a good late-night game, but ;Buenos Aires has it beat--at least, that is my impression. We didn't get too crazy on Night #1, but I am hoping to pull a Buenos Aires all nighter before we go. 

Trading dollars for pesos on the "blue" market

One of the strangest things we experienced our first day in Buenos Aires is the Argentina blue market (i.e. getting pesos on Florida street.) Anywhere else, it would be called "black market" trading, but while exchanging dollars for pesos on the streets is "illegal" in Argentina, it doesn't seem to be frowned upon, in fact it's an important aspect of Argentina's economy.

We had heard from a friend before we arrived that blue market trading was common, but I didn't understand how important it was to Argentinian life until we arrived. 

Why Americans benefit from buying pesos on the blue market

In Argentina, dollars can be officially exchanged for about $5.8 Argentina pesos. On the blue market, the exchange rate is $9.6. This is not only a much better rate, but it also offers Americans an opportunity to make money. Theoretically, you could purchase pesos at the cheap rate on the street, then trade them back for dollars at a profit leveraging the official rate. Pretty sweet deal.

We weren't interested in making money on our trip, but we were interested in the best exchange rate, so we were stoked when our host told us she would help us get pesos when we arrived, knowing that she was probably going to take us off the official market.

How do you get pesos on the blue market?

There are a variety of ways to get pesos on the blue market, but the easiest way is to visit Florida street, a popular pedestrian walk way, and super touristy area. There, Portenos post up on walls or benches, saying "cambio" (change) as you walk by. If you see someone who looks honest, and you're interested in trading, you just stop and ask "how much." If you are able to agree to a rate (somewhere between 9.3 and 9.7 when we arrived) you are taken to a back office where you can exchange dollars for pesos.

It sounds shady, but it seems like this is just a part of Argentina life. Some people, like our host, even have a pesos "delivery service," to ensure safe, secure pesos at the best rates. Our host offered this option up to us, but unfortunately, her guy was on vacation.

Since our arrival, we've traded twice (small amounts both times just in case we are scammed) and it has worked out very well so far. While I think it is technically illegal, from what I've heard (and observed) it's almost a joke--and it's something the police turn a blind eye to, probably because they rely on the blue market just as much as everyone else does.

How the blue market impacts the Argentina economy

The blue market is great for people with dollars or euros, but after purchasing our pesos, we wondered, "who's benefitting from this system?"

It seems counter-intuitive when you first think about it. US Dollars are officially worth 6 pesos, yet the black market is selling pesos at a loss. When you think it through, someone buys dollars at the 9.4 rate, then sells the dollars at the 9.6 rate to someone else who sells the dollars for 9.8 . . . with that logic, the person at the top is paying top dollar (ha) to buy everyone else's money. Why? 

In Argentina, the inflation rate is at 30%--and growing--and the peso is extremely unstable. While 10 years ago, one peso = one dollar, one peso now = $.15. And according to most of the locals, the value is expected to drop even more, so there is no confidence in the local currency.

Everyone we talked to told us, "I don't save in pesos, they aren't worth anything. I save in dollars."

Here's where it gets tricky. Locals can only get dollars on blue market, there is no other way. Apparently, the government stopped issuing dollars several years back, saying they need the more stable currency to pay their debts to other parts of the world. There are literally ATMs all over the place that say you can get dollars, but no dollars come out. 

This explains why our host runs a euro/dollar-based business, and why under-the-table businesses often request to be paid in dollars. It's the only way to get them. And not only do they save dollars when they get the chance, many locals buy dollars at the 10.0 rate, just to make sure they have currency that lasts. The gamble is that an overpriced dollar today, is a fair (or cheap) dollar tomorrow. 

The moral ambiguity of the blue market--is it bad for Argentina?

Until we talked to our tour guide and realized that the Argentina people were ultimately the ones dependant on/getting screwed by the system, I thought the blue market was a pretty sweet deal. After today, I am not sure what I think. (One of those times I wish I knew more about economics.)

While it's a huge benefit for me, what happens to the value of Argentina currency if no one wants it? Or if the locals become increasingly poor because their money is worth less?

The economic challenges are some of the main contributors to protests in Argentina, and if the inflation continues, and the economic disparity gets more out of whack, it will only get worse. Hopefully something will be done before it completely cripples the economy, and makes Argentina a more dangerous place to be.

Bumpy Arrival to Buenos Aires

I'm still not sure if it's all Houston's fault, but our first day in Buenos Aires was really rough.

We caught the 9pm red eye from Houston last night, and over the course of the 10 hour flight, I barely slept at all--in spite of the 4 free drinks the flight attendant brought me after hearing our travel woes.

Around 10am (Buenos Aires time) I gave up on sleeping, and just stared at the United Flight map, counting down the minutes. After 48 hours, 15 hours on a plane, and 24 hours in Houston, we finally arrived!

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Going through Argentina Customs

This was actually a lot easier than my "First Time Latin America" guide would have you believe. The lines were short, the people were friendly, and as long as you had proof you paid the reciprocity fee (which you couldn't leave America without doing) and weren't bringing a bunch of food/wine/stuff to sell, it was easy. 

Catching a Cab

This was also easy, although we ignored the Lonely Planet guide's advice to hold out for the Taxi Ezezia Booth. Our ride was $45 US dollars from the airport to our hotel, which I was concerned we got overcharged for, until we spent over an hour in traffic going from the airport to the hotel. 

Arrival in Buenos Aires

The place we're staying, Yira Yira (pronounced Chira Chira in Argentinian Spanish) is owned by a really nice woman named Paz who speaks pretty good English. She gave Dan and I both a hug and a kiss when I arrived, then proceeded to sit with us for the next hour and a half, chatting about Argentinian culture, politics, and economics. Super interesting, except for I was still in my completely disgusting outfit from Christmas day, and felt like absolute garbage.

Around 4pm, after talking about everything from the "blue" market to President Christina, we excused ourselves for showers, and got ready to go out.

Hitting a Wall

Getting out of the airport was easy, making the most of the day was hard. After showering, we ventured out to get some food. This was the first point in the trip where I really started regretting how little time we had to prep for this trip.

I've never been to a new city and felt so disoriented/unsure of what to do here. Not to mention, it was so hot, and we were so jetlagged, about 30 minutes outside my shower I was already hot and disgusting again.

We walked around aimlessly in the heat, exchanged some money on Florida Street (which I will say more about later) and then managed to find some food--nothing special--then came back to the house where we decided to take a "quick power nap."

Good plan, but because of the jet lag, this turned into a 4 hour fever nap (the kind of nap that induces weird, gross fever dreams because it's WAY TOO HOT.)

We finally woke up around 8:30pm, feeling disgustingly groggy, made it out to dinner at 10pm--another subject I'll say more about later--and hit the sheets by 3am, so it wasn't a total loss, but as an introduction to the city, I'll just say I've had better days. 

Below: 

(1) Elevator going up to the hotel (we're on the 2nd floor, but the building is 4 stories.

(2) View from the window at Yira Yira hotel. The windows were shut with the curtains drawn most of the day because it was so hot

(3) This fan in our bedroom was the only thing keeping me from a total heat-induced meltdown.