Hello Beuones aires
My arrival to airport and the city centre didn't go as planned. Long queues and slow processes of the Argentians meant that didn't actually make it through customs until about 9 am. And with the urgent feeling of getting on with my plan. Change money and grab the local bus looked a bit like this: Argentians seem to be very hospitable with the crowd of people hoarding the door to arrivals. I think I was close to knocking a few people out with my backpack when they were determined not to move incase of losing sight of their loved ones. Expecting to be faced with the exchange I read about, I couldn't see a thing from the swarm of people so the stubborn part or myself decided to wander the airport looking whilst declining numerous attempts to get me in a taxi or my luggage bubble wrapped. I then decided to organise myself (well at least take off some of my layers and put my backpack on right). I then finally sparked up courage to ask people about buses and money change and found myself at the bus bit with one leaving and having no cash.
I need to change money! Help! Another question asked, and another and another. The bus lady, a random man in sea of people who guided me to ask the information desk. The bank was tucked away around several corners. I was presented by a non English speaking guard who told me to wait until he asked if I was allowed in. I was allowed. Finally I have money. 6 pestos to the dollar so I am feeling rich. Nevertheless with delay in my schedule, I opt for the expensive bus instead of the 80 pence local bus that's advised you shouldn't take if you aren't from the area.
I am glad that I made my decision of safety and not of saving as I got into town pretty quick and even met Migeul Abt the Argentian who lives in Orlando and had a nine year old daughter. He was able to tell me places to see and was really nice. I now right from the restaurant he told me about. Right on the water, all you can eat Argentinian steak house with a jug of beer and dessert for 15 pounds. I've only spotted one lone eater but quite a few travellers and there's the cutest group of old people in the corner who were dancing a minute ago and looked completely in love and then just burst into song, they are still going and they sound so good actually. Like "don't cry for me Argentina" style. Siga la vaca - yum!
Anyway prior to my stop here, I was so glad I could put my bag in a locker to then pace the streets trying to take in as much of the city in as possible. Busy streets, beautiful monuments, buzzing traffic (lots of taxis and motorcycles and even wee yellow bikes). I managed to get to the majority of must sees. The men here must like blondes or like to joke on loners as I received quite a few beeps and waves and whistles (it's not just you, Lisa). I must have a sign on me that says beep if you see a foreigner ha!
I walked along the water after my delicious food and enjoyed the tranquil atmosphere of a Peurto Mendora. Most people were relaxing laying on benches or enjoying food on waterfront restaurant.
Bus to airport opened my eyes up to another side of the city - the poverty. We passed a neighbourhood of small houses and at various points, a group of people gathered around a table in a big social gathering. The airport was quite the adventure. The check in took ages and then woman behind desk insisted I was really early for my flight (it was in one hour haha). This was maybe because she was trying to stall me for the stalled flights, many flights had delayed or cancelled next to them but Iguazu continued to say on time even with 20 minutes to go. Then it turned red and said 'ask agent'. Well thank you airline but I not quite sure who is the agent? Finally after a few asks, I found some panicked people who had found the agent. He said it would be at least 40 mins as the control room had delayed all the flights. This meant I could rest my tired eyes but I am so lucky because I didn't sleep for too long and then looked at screen and it said boarding at gate 11.
Tracy Donachie, MSc in Performance Psychology.