Oct 2008

In Alta Gracia, eating grand ice cream with Dan.

Having found the real bus stop.

In Villa General Belgrano, supposedly a genuine German community with Oktoberfest. We have proof that this is not so. Nobody spoke German... But Martin joined in the Club of Pretenders quickly. This is empty!

Cris did better. She actually proved that at least the ladies´ restroom was for real...

Martin is learning Spanish the hard way in Las Violetas, a lovely cafe in BsAs.

Then with fans singing Argentinean football songs at the Independente match:

Carlos' boot and mate in a BsAs park.

and pics from La Boca:

and from a place everywhere in Buenos Aires:

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Mart:
Cheers from the outskirts of the world!

Up to now, we didn´t have stable internet access, but everybody back in Europe: feel hugged!

We miss you all, your wits, humor, love.

We saw the worse and some better parts of Buenos Aires and then the wonderful waterfalls of Iguazu yesterday - amazing.
Unfortunately today the whole region became a waterfall area, literally, and now we´re heading back Southwest again.

Love, cris and mart

The plain to Madrid: With all the visas in the passport, the backpacks packed, here are the two of us, on 26th September, 06:00 at the Tegel Airport waiting to check in and finally get going. The flight was comfy and we did enjoy our morning sleep :D

The plain to Buenos Aires: here we met Carlos, our first couchsurfing host who was extremely helpful to the two of us, who after more than 20 hours of travelling with no place to sleep in Buenos Aires, basic info on the city or its transportation system, welcomed it greatly! So, here we are taking a taxi and looking out of the window: MCdonald`s adds, not a bad infrastructure and appartment blocks (which, by the way, during that night looked so much like certain quarters from Chisinau!).

And here we enter our first sleeping room :D. Just to mention it shortly, as Carlos was coming from a 4-month trip through Europe, so he had no more a place of his. With that key that he had in his hand, we opened his granpa`s cabinet, who was, by the way, a surgeon. No joke, we are setting our tent and sleping the first two nights in a surgeon`s cabinet, surrounded by all king of diplomas, skeleton drawings and Rembrandt`s painting Anatomy of Dr. Tulp

So there we are in the tent, 5 am European time, thinking about a 6-months-honeymoon, all unpredictable and exciting.