On arriving in Argentina I was super happy to be somewhere where I felt more comfortable with the language. Would you have guessed that I would actually begin to cause more trouble, not less? How was I to know that steak and buses were so complicated!
Nice to Meat You Buenos Aires
One of my favourite parts of landing in a new city is the prospect of trying new restaurants. Something other than rice and beans. We arrived at our hostel in BA at 10pm, made a quick turn around and headed out for steak.
The menu entirely in spanish, I was tasked with ordering. I asked our rather gruff waiter for some advice, he pointed to something and I said yes. Job done.
What turned up was a mini BBQ for the table (perfect) with 2 little fatty steaks (fine) and lots of other, er, unrecognisable meat.
I realised soon what I’d done. I’d ordered us a load of intestines, in addition to blood sausage and sweet breads. Ollie wasn’t best pleased, he wanted more steak, but no bother, we had plenty of time in the city to try different restaurants.
The next evening we wandered the streets after seeing the football and I navigated us to a fine looking restaurant about 3 blocks from our hostel. The menu looked pretty similar, if not exactly the same as the previous night. Lesson learn’t – just order the bits of beef separately.
After ordering, I noticed a waiter whizz by that looked like the identical twin of he who had recommended intestines. Suspicious, I rose to my feet – and realised that, yep, we’d ended up in exactly the same restaurant as the night before. Turns out there were two entrances. And we’d walked round in a square.
On Your Bus
On day 2 of our trip we needed to transport ourselves from Recoleta to Palermo, an hour long walk. Rebuffing the idea of such a long trek, I navigated us to a main road that seemed to head in the correct direction and Ollie spotted a bus with Palermo written on the side somewhere. So we jumped on.
I greeted the bus driver with “dos”! He looked a bit confused.
He then made a pressing motion with his hands and said “push” in english.
I felt a bit confused.
I figured we needed to put money in the machine behind him so we pulled out some 2 peso notes and proceeded to try sticking them in all potential locations, then poked the machine with our fingers a bit. Finally the bus driver waved us on. Free bus!
After a while I opened up my Google map to see if we were close. I’d realised that I was concerning myself so much with the paying process that I had neglected to check if the bus was going in the correct location. It wasn’t.
We had succeeded in getting a free bus 20 minutes the wrong way.