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Saturday, March 9, 2013

It's a wrap - Argentina/Uruguay


Argentina/Uruguay
18 August 2012 - 29 August 2012

The two-timer tour - WRAP

San Telmo - Buenos Aires - Argentina (2010)

As has become standard for me when I've ended a trip I've taken to doing a last summary or a 'greatest hits' review whenever I managed to complete the final entry on the 'how, why, when and whatever else may have been alcohol related' blog series of my most recent escapades. Sticking with tradition and therefore adopting the same template that I've used in the past, see also;
 
 
I therefore bring you the close out of the Argentina/Uruguay experience which now continues within the new life of my blog, known by the name, Life in a Year Full of Saturdays. In actual fact the two-timer final cut is more of a tale of two cities than two countries, that being Buenos Aires and Montevideo, but I'm sticking with tradition in terms of delivery for this final entry. So lets do it, lets check out the highs, lows, hits and misses of the two-timer tour!

Argentina-Uruguay - 'The Final'

Favourite places

Usually my 'favourite places' are  a city based list but as I didn't hop around from city to city on this tour this list is going to be more about places within the cities themselves.

1. Mercado del Puerto - Montevideo - (Uruguay) - Oh the irony! Actually, may I make the point of re-stating that by saying, 'oh, the dramatic irony!', because in that sense what I now say about Montevideo and it's relation to my ironic conidtion is in actual fact correct and hence I need 'no lecture or tickets to a disco!' regarding the use of irony and its context! Just to advise,when the character or shall we say main protagonist in a movie or play does something out of ignorance or that which is contrary to the truth that the audience is already well aware, then that my friends is known as dramatic irony. For example,  it's like that time I got married... (...ummm, ok, lets leave that story for another day also!). Anyway, many of my friends would have known that I should not have returned to Montevideo, we don't really gel all that well, and low and behold I got kicked in the teeth for tempting fate in any case. Broadcasting the fact that I think she, Montevideo, sucks sweet juicy balls, may not have done my cause any good at all, BUT...

..........then there came the Mercado del Puerto (sound the trumpets, or at the very least just imagine them being sounded!)

How is it that a place like Montevideo, a place so bland, so boring, so uninspiring, has a space that is a shrine to all things grilled meat related! If you were making a sauce from all things meat inspired then this place would be the exquisite reduction of all things good, and wholesome, and just and honourable about meat.

Prior to making my way to Montevideo I read somewhere that the Uruguayan love for meat makes Argentinians look like vegetarians! If you know anything about how Argentinians roll then that is a MASSIVE statement to be throwing out into the wind. The mercado however is literally just jammed with parillas, their wood fires churning out lomo, morcillas, chorizos, pollo, asado...just keep talking. It's smokey, it's intoxicating, it's got my stamp of approval! Montevideo, you may not like me but I can almost forgive you for providing me with the Mercado del Puerto. I'm happy to call it even!
 
Mercado del Puerto - Montevideo - Uruguay
 
Mercado del Puerto - Montevideo - Uruguay
 
C'mon, give me more jamon (yeah, I said that!)
...how about this then, 'I was jamon a good time!?'
Didn't Bob Marley have a song called jamon? I'm sure he did!
Mercado del Puerto - Montevideo - Uruguay
 
2. La Bombonera - La Boca - Buenos Aires - (Argentina) - I sometimes wonder how it is that places just take up residence in your head and constantly nag you to hunt them down, ex-girlfiends aside. South America managed to somehow draw me into its space even as a youngster. It was a dark, mysterious continent that had an edge about it, a pervasive edge that permeated into that impressionable young mind of mine and ballooned into an enigma by the fact that (I) didn't know a great deal about it. In the same fashion La Bombonera, the home ground of the legendary BA team Boca Juniors, existed in my mind in the very same fashion. As a kid I would watch grainy games replayed on World Soccer each Saturday afternoon and wondered where the hell it in this world that crowds would erupt into a wild frenzy just for the fact that their team turned up on the pitch! Down the tack I ended up finding out the answer to the question, and on this trip I ended up satisfying one of the many travel wants (....or is it needs)! La Bombonera is a cauldron, the fans are typically passionate and emotional. Designed by a Yugoslav, painted in Swedish colours and with the atmosphere that you can only get in Latin America, this was a great place to be!
 
 La Bombonera - home of Boca Juniors - La Boca - Buenos Aires - Argentina
 
Game time! It's time to 'set it off' in La Bombonera!!
 
3-2 with 10 mins to go. It was a cracking game but unfortunately for Boca and the home town faithful the game ended up in a 3-3 draw. Advertising boards were thrown!
 
 
3. San Telmo - Buenos Aires - (Argentina) - Sometimes you learn by the process of osmosis, right? Isn't that when a liquid passes through a 'semi-permeable' membrane and then settles elsewhere? I don't know actually, I'm trying to recall facts from my Yr 8 science glass and I'm drawing blanks, but there's a point here. My first time in BA was in 2010 and I elected to stay in San Telmo for that initial stop. Why? Because somehow, from somewhere by some fanciful process that I haven't as yet figured out I made the assessment that San Telmo was the 'cool part' of Buenos Aires. In actual fact it's not - Palermo Soho is the 'cool part' BUT  San Telmo is my style cool. Cobble stoned streets, old classical style architecture, the aroma of charred meat filling the air from the  parillas that inhabit every corner, establishments that exude the charm of those old world speakeasy's...it just suits me down to the ground, and I have to say that if I was to ever live in Buenos Aires or stay here for any 'real' amount of time then this barrio would certainly be my home.
 
 
San Telmo street art - near the corner of calle Peru y Chile -San Telmo - Buenos Aires - Argentina
 
Calle Chile, San Telmo, on a brisk Sunday morning
 
On La calle Defensa, Bernabe Ferreya, aka 'Gardelito' - San Telmo - Buenos Aires - Argentina
Bernabe has been peforming the songs of Carlos Gardel since 1972
 
Gente caminando por San Telmo
 
4. La Boca - Buenos Aires - (Argentina) - This is the 'working class' barrio of Buenos Aires and is the cities true cultural melting pot. It has a strong Italian influence but also has pockets of Spanish, Germans, French, Arabs and Basque. It's kind of gritty in that true working class manner but also colourful, has soul and is full of life. Apparently it's not the 'safest' barrio to just wonder around but since when have I taken notice of 'safety measures' outlined in any notable travel guide - please see the entry on a puma tried to rip my nuts off for proof of that! It's right here if you're interested -  The 3:10 express from Yuma
 
La Boca - Buenos Aires - Argentina
 
La Boca - Buenos Aires - Argentina
 
Puerto La Boca Riachuelo Transbordador - La Boca - Buenos Aires - Argentina
 
Calle Caminito - La Boca - Buenos Aires - Argentina
 
Backstreets of La Boca near La Bombonera

5. Panamericano hotel - San Nicolas - Buenos Aires - (Argentina) - I'd seen many photos taken of the famous Avenida 9 de Julio and the Obelisk but had not quite figured out  from where they were taken , that was until I zeroed in on the top floor of the Panamericano hotel. What the top floor of this hotel should be is a bar, perhaps one that opens out magnificently onto the BA skyline for all to enjoy. What it is however is some type of ordinary observation deck that backs off a pool that can only be utilised by hotel guests.I was not a hotel guest. I did however try my luck and took a ride to the top floor. I managed to time my run so perfectly that the gentleman attending the service desk just stepped aside for the briefest of moments as I took my first steps onto the floor - nice timing dude!
 
 The view was spectacular, let me say that now.
 
View from the Panamericano - San Nicolas - Buenos Aires - Argentina
 
View from the Panamericano - San Nicolas - Buenos Aires - Argentina
 
View from the Panamericano - San Nicolas - Buenos Aires - Argentina
 
 
 
Most Surprising
 
1. Mercado del Puerto - Montevideo - (Uruguay) - I had hoped that the Mercado del Puerto would be good, especially for the fact that I didn't make it there on my last visit to Montevideo, but man oh man, it exceeded all my expectations and then whilst in that process it  also held court as my heart palpitated and the exhiliration brought on by the endorphin rush made me forget that I was actually in a town that I had quite some contempt for. Love is blind, it's a fact!
 
Mercado del Puerto - Montevideo - Uruguay
 
 
Coolest place for a night out
 
1. San Telmo - Buenos Aires - (Argentina) - I know this isn't the 'cool bar' centre of Buenos Aires but that doesn't concern me, but it does have its fair share of cool bars let me just add that now. This barrio is vibrant, it's inviting, warm and like the rest of BA it only starts to think about turning in for the night when the colour of the dark sky starts to change. Heading our for dinner early here means that you're in a restaurant at 10:30pm, seriously, that's an early dinner and that in itself is the signature of a barrio that resides under the tag line that says 'Cool, yeah we invented it'.
 
2. Palermo Soho - Buenos Aires - (Argentina) - Now this is the fashionable corner of BA. For those that are wondering the Palermo Soho cocktail is a shot of fashion, a shot of restaurants and a double shot of bars. It's hip (cliche), it's trendy (cliche), it strives to be hip and trendy in an alternative way (cliche squared) and it's where all the BA 'young guns' hang out.
 
Street art - Palermo Soho - Buenos Aires - Argentina
 
Palermo Soho - Buenos Aires - Argentina
 
3. Puerto Madero - Buenos Aires - (Argentina) - This is reclaimed territory of sorts. An area that used to be a land of forgotten and worn docks and warehouses has in the last 20 yrs been revitalised and is filled with restaurants and bars that are more than happy to satisfy both the carnivorous and alcoholics amongst us, or if you're like me, then the carniholics amongst us.
 
Puerto Madero - Buenos Aires - Argentina
 
Puerto Madero - Buenos Aires - Argentina
 
 Puerto Madero - Buenos Aires - Argentina
 
Best accommodation
 
1. Ayres Portenos hostel - San Telmo - Buenos Aires - (Argentina) - This place takes out the honour by default as I only stayed in one other place for a night and there's just no way that anything from Montevideo was going to take out a title, well other then the Mercado del Puerto but I think it claimed sovereign rights from Montevideo long ago under the 'We're not accepting responsibility for a crappy city like you' Act.
 
Ayres Portenos hostel - San Telmo - Buenos Aires - Argentina
 
 
Best place to get lost
 
1. Reserva ecologica - Castanera Sur - Buenos Aires - (Argentina)  - This may appear to be an odd choice in that my track record suggests that usually the best place to get lost would be in a specific town or suburb of a town, but the crown has to go to the reserve. Fronting the Rio de la Plata and acting as the 'intermediary' between the city of BA and the Rio de la Plata, this 3.5km2 tract of lowland is just the tonic for those jaded Portenos and tourists alike who just need to drop out and lose themselves in nature for a little while.
 
Reserva ecologica - Castanera Sur - Buenos Aires - Argentina
 
 
Best drink
 
1. Malbec - (pick your restaurant or bar) - Buenos Aires - (Argentina)  Its ubiquitous, it has become the national varietal style of wine and considering that the Argentinians predominantly drink red the odds are that if you're wanting a glass of red then you're going to be having a malbec, in all likelihood, from Mendoza...and who the hell is going to complain about that? It's freakin' glorious! It's absoutely my favourite grape variety and it flows in the streets as easily as the dulcet tones of Barry White will put you in the mood for some afternoon delight. It's partnership with Argentinian beef is what Serbian dreams are made of!
 
 
My malbec from Mendoza, my beef in Argentina!
(Apologies to E.Hemingway for bastardising his line)
 
2. Pisco sour - Avenida 9 de Julio - Buenos Aires - (Argentina) - So this isn't Pisco sour heartland, in fact I'm having this drink a long way from Peru, the place where it originated...but....I haven't been to Peru, nor have I been to Chile where they have their own style of sours, and of the ones that I have had thus far the several in Buenos Aires were so far ahead of their predecessors that I had to honour it with a place on the roll of achievement.
 
Avenida 9 de Julio - Buenos Aires - Argentina
 
3. Cortado - Cafe Tortoni -  Avenida de Mayo - Buenos Aires (Argentina) - So this is just an expresso cut with a little bit of warm milk but that's the way I like my coffee these days, I think the location, Cafe Tortoni, had a lot to do with the sell of this caffeine hit. How could Jorge Luis Borges have been wrong? He couldn't! Don't think about it because I've provided you with the answer!
 
Cafe Tortoni - Avenida de Mayo - Buenos Aires - Argentina
 
 
Best meals
 
1. Mercado del Puerto - Montevideo - (Uruguay) - it was just THAT good! The morcillas were the best I had ever had! Some would say 'delicious', I would say delectable, and of course I could wax lyrical about the mecado but it still pains me that a place so exquisite, a place so in tune with my needs is located in THAT city! Damn you Mercado del Puerto, just move already!
 
Mercado del Puerto - Montevideo - Uruguay
 
 
2. Brasas Argentinas Buffet and Grill - Avenida Alicia Moreau - Puerto Madero - Buenos Aires - (Argentina) - Some may not rank this the culinary experience as one that epicureans may strive for because a buffet by definition is more based on quantity that quality, but man alive, the meat! Of course, right!? Blood sausage, chorizos, beef, lamb, ribs! It's all that I wanted and as much as I wanted! It was bliss!
 
Make no mistake, I was in heaven!
 
 
3. El Desvivel - calle Defensa - San Telmo - Buenos Aires - (Argentina) - I love this place, it's what 'tourists' would call 'authentic', whatever the hell that means. By the looks of it though its where the locals like to eat too. The decor isn't spectacular but it doesn't have to be, if I wanted to pay to sit in a place that likes nice then I would have gone to a day spa (or something like that).  This place did a mean bife de chorizo and I know for a fact also created magical morcipans, choripans and all else meat related. It was also a 5 min walk from where my hostel was located, it was an easy choice.
 
 El Desvivel - San Telmo - Buenos Aires - Argentina
 
 
Honorary mention - La Cabrera - Palermo Viejo - Buenos Aires - (Argentina) - This is on the higher end of the scale in terms of expense but it's well worth it, for the meal and for the service. I made it there one lazy mid afternoon and had a fantastic experience. It has been noted in my future to do list and I will return, with reinforcements!
 
My meal! La Cabrera - Palermo Viejo - Buenos Aires - Argentina
 
Dedication to the cow - La Cabrera - Palermo Viejo - Buenos Aires - Argentina
 
Best Bars
 
1. Pool bar - Faena Universe - Puerto Madero - Buenos Aires - (Argentina) -  I might have to spend a couple of nights in the Faena Universe, it's a world unto itself, suprise, suprise. The pool bar is the place to be seen and leans a greadt distance to having a type of Moroccan feel to it without going the full Moroccan monty.
 
2. La Poesia - San Telmo - Buenos Aires - (Argentina) - This place was located one block down from where I was staying. From what I know it had only opened up in the last several years but felt as though it had been there from the turn of last century. Pleasant vibe, great service and its proximity to where I was staying made it an absolute favourite.
 
La Poesia - San Telmo - Buenos Aires - Argentina
 
3. Bar El Federal - San Telmo - Buenos Aires - (Argentina) - this place IS genuinely old school and you can feel it the moment you enter. I love the warmth, charm and character that wood gives to an old style bar. San Telmo has plenty of them and this place for me was one of the best.
 
Bar El Federal - San Telmo - Buenos Aires - (Argentina)
 
 
My guilty pleasure
 
1. The morcipan or choripan - El Desvivel - San Telmo - Buenos Aires - (Argentina) - I've got a thing for blood sausage, and chorizo's for that matter, go figure. At El Desvivel they throw them onto the grill, with the wood fire flaming away and the smell of charred meat fills not just your nostrils but washes over your skin, seeping through your pores as you wait...And the reality of it is that it's very, very basic fair, it gets thrown onto a bun and then it's your decision as to what you'll utilise in order to construct your masterpiece. My masterpiece would include a little bit of salsa and then I'd flood the market with turbo charged chimichurri! Perfection!
 
A typical Sunday afternoon on Defensa - chorizo's anyone? San Telmo - Buenos Aires - Argentina
 
 
Self acknowledgment that I'm a 'World Cup tragic'
 
Even on the day that Montevideo beat the fun and mischief out of me I still had to make my way to the Estadio Centenario. It's where the the final of the very first football World Cup was played and the pilgrimage paid homage to the years of legendary World Cup football that has shaped many elements of my life (in odd ways of course).
 
Estadio Centenario - Montevideo - Uruguay
 
Estadio Centenario - Montevideo - Uruguay
 
 
Favourite photos
 
1. 'Gardelito', aka, Bernabe Ferreya - calle Defensa - San Telmo - Buenos Aires (Argentina)
 
 
I've got a black and white photo of this guy (actually the one at the top of this entry) framed and hanging on my wall at home. I walked down to see if this guy was still plying his trade on Sunday afternoons, of course he was. He's an institution and can be found on too many postcards to count. I'm not sure if he's impressed by the fact that I stole his image, he looks as though he could go all Mike Tyson mafiosa on me if he wanted to.
 
 
2. Mural - backstreets of La Boca - Buenos Aires - Argentina
 
 
 
I like the intensity of this mural. Part of the reason that I included the edge of the wall on the left hand side of the phoot was to create strong lines and angles which were meant to add to the character of what was painted. I did take another photo of the mural, as below, in order to capture it in its entirety but the photo doesn't have the same feel to me as the first.
 
 
 
3. Window frame - La Boca - Buenos Aires - (Argentina)
 
 
There are places where taking photos are just so easy, you point and shoot, everyone's a winner baby. La Boca is one of those places. This shot just has the character that typifies the colour, atmosphere and attitude of this barrio.
 
4. Rio de la Plata - Montevideo - (Uruguay)
 
 
 
There's nothing fancy or pretty about this end of town in Montevideo. They (the Montevideans)  kind of shun the river, turning their back on it in very much the same manner that the folk from Buenos Aires do. Still, I like this photo.
 
 
5. Obelisco - Avenida Presidente Roque Saenz Pena - Buenos Aires (Argentina)
 
 
 
This is just a typical BA shot to me. Can't beat a city that looks good in black and white now can you?

 
 
Coolest moments
 
1. La Bombonera - La Boca - Buenos Aires - (Argentina) - For the simple passion and atmosphere of the game there wasn't anything else that could go past the experience.
 
2. Panamericano - San Nicolas - Buenos Aires - (Argentina) - For the fact that I slipped past security with the skill and dexterity of a Romanian pickpocket.
 
3. Mercado del Puerto - Montevideo - (Uruguay) - It was the realisation that there was a small area of ground in this world that had invaded my dreams, taken out an element and created a reality that only ever existed in my imagination.
 
4. Calle Defensa on a Sunday - San Telmo - Buenos Aires - (Argentina) - There's nothing better to do on a Sunday in BA than to cruise Defensa, check out the markets, check out the food, listen to the music and just get caught up in the sweet vibe of the barrio.
 
5. Reserva ecologica - Castanera Sur - Buenos Aires - (Argentina) - With next to no pesos in my pocket and lamenting the fact that I wasn't on a flight to Puerto Iguazu that morning this reserve proved to be the perfect foil for that wave of loss that came with the realisation that I was getting jipped on seeing one of the natural wonders of the world for the second time in 18 months!!
 
Un-coolest moment
 
1. ATM fail - Ciudad Vieja - Montevideo - (Uruguay) - This was Montevideo getting me back for telling all and sundry that the Big M sucks balls! Well you know what, it does, and now even harder than it did previously! Fair enough, it was my ignorance or perhaps absent mindedness that led to the situation but that's simply because the Latin American process is different to that which I've experienced everywhere else in the world. The ATM's here keep your card in the machine after your money has already been dispensed, asking you 'whether you would like to undertake another transaction', in other places you receive your card first prior to the cash being dispensed. For some reason my mind interpreted this process as  - 'cash in my hand = transaction complete = you can walk way now'. Sure I could walk away, but I would also be leaving my card in the machine! Oh well, Montevideo!!! You've screwed me again!!!
 
Most Random but still cool moment
 
1. Running into Jorge - San Telmo - Buenos Aires - (Argentina) - Running into people you know quite by chance in a completely foreign place is also known as complete randomness. Literally running into them however is complete randomness with a dose of bizarre. So the story goes like this. Coming back from my night out at La Bombonera my ride drops me off near the Ayres Portenos hostel on calle Chile. As I step off the bus I jink inside a man that's walking up the street and he quickly steps the other way and then just as quickly spins on his heel, 'Hey Henry' he calls out..................'Ahh what now!?' is the way my mind summed up the situation. I realised in just a second that it was Jorge, a guy that I got to know on my last stay in Buenos Aires whilst hanging out in Boedo. He was now living in San Telmo on calle Chile about a 40 second walk from the front door of where I was staying. Random and cool all at once.
 
Best comeback
1. There's nothing like a free meal, or is there? H. Elisher dining out with no $ to his name - San Telmo - Buenos Aires - (Argentina) - To say that I took advantage of Mike would be to do me an injustice. I will admit to playing up to the good nature of my room-mate and betting that he would take the bait. In all honesty if someone had told me the same story I would have done the same thing, so I guess in a way good 'ole Mike was paying it forward by taking me out for a cracking meal and somewhere down the track I might just be able to do the same, but please make my recipient Spanish, female, with long dark hair and....well you can guess the rest!
 
Travel breakdown
 
Total number of flights - 2
 
Total flying hours - 28hrs
 
Total time spent in airports - 'Not many, if any...' - All recognition and rights to that line go to Scribe, not may people can roll like him!
 
Total number of bus rides - 1
 
Total number of ferry rides - 2
 
Total distance travelled - 23906kms
 
Total bottles of Malbec that I downed - 22 (give or take)
 
 
...and there we have it, that's a wrap of the Argentina/Uruguay 'two-timer tour'. Now that was a hell of a lot of fun and totally unexpected. I thank Aerolineas Argentinas for adding on a new service from BA to Sydney and considering promotional offers as the way to increase patronage! Under $1000 return was just a ridiculous bargain, and like that offer was ever going to get past this Wile E Coyote!?
 
So where to now? Well I have plans of course! The idea of Cuba has been gently simmering for a while and is now coming to the boil, it's definitely the front runner, but there's a dark horse in Nicaragua and Costa Rica that's just hit the turn and full speed. So thanks for hanging out with me here and look for me somewhere far, far away in the near future, relatively speaking.
 
 












Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Buenos Aires - Football and the city

Buenos Aires (Argentina)
21-22 August 2012

There's an entertaining article that I read recently which aptly, and kind of amusingly taps into the inherent traits of certain cultural groups when they head out into grand beyond on their backpacking escapades. I've included the link to the article if you  feel so inclined to check it out,(10 backpacker stereotypes) .The thing is with stereotypes is that they are what they are for the fact that commonly the truisms regarding characteristics, attributes or idiosyncrasies  assigned to a group to identify actions in a generic, 'vanilla' type of way, do so relatively well. In my mind Australian backpackers are as the article succinctly outlined, friendly, laconic, adventurous knock-abouts that know how to hit it hard on a night out, but what really brought the instructive snippet home to me was the line that said that Australians  '...will often find a relative/friend/acquaintance at every stop'. It's a little surreal as to how closely that line rings true to the reality of 'life on the road'. That certainly appears to be the modus  when you're passing through foreign lands, stepping off a local bus say in the middle of the Bolivian Amazon and suddenly hear a voice that slices through the arcane jungle like a sharpened machete, bringing that  instant feeling of nausea and pounding to your head like an annoyingly familiar Justin Beiber song. As you've probably figured out I had an instance a couple of years ago when I 'thought' I was in the middle of nowhere, stepping of a bus in the Bolivian Amazon, only to hear this;

'Hey mate, howsit goin'?'

It's in those acutely penetrating moments, when you're dumbstruck by the incredulity of the situation,that you feel the fury and rage welling in your being and believe it just might overwhelm you, resulting in justifiable homicide. I'll admit it, and I'll do it out aloud, I hate broad and thick Australian accents, they annoy every fibre of my being! I could find towns full of clones of this man in places like Mt.Isa or Dubbo or Kalgoorlie, but strike me rotten rone if out of all the Amazonian jungle in all of South America this dero didn't have to end up welcoming me to the back of Bourke in his inimitable style, and incidentally, to any of you readers from overseas that didn't understand most of the last two sentences, don't worry yourself, it's not that important. In Estonia ,(of all places), they had a commonly known line that went 'Germans are everywhere and Australians are anywhere!'. Whilst you contemplate that thought keep it circulating in your mind for a while as I'll be referring to it later.

 Avenida 9 de Julio - Buenos Aires - Argentina

Street art - Buenos Aires - Argentina

Avenida de Mayo stop on the Subte - Buenos Aires - Argentina

Streetscape - Buenos Aires - Argentina

Buenos Aires has a heavy European influence and no place represents its feel better than the old world style and charm within walls of the very well known and hometown favourite, Cafe Tortoni. Founded in 1858 this place is the oldest coffee house in the country, noted for the famous clientele it would draw and its equally alluring make up, this place oozes tradition and charm. They say that tourists arriving at Tortoni are able to experience the whole of the city in its defined space, that being with access to the past as displayed on its walls; the present, as it plays out in the conversations that occur around you and the future, in the people that work there for the sake of its posterity and preservation. And you know what? I can see it! I see it in its high ceilings and in the deep, dark smell of the wooden tables and chairs that fill its space,  the scent of which becomes almost tangible, as if the wood has had the chance to soak up the years of history within its fibres and now  was wearing it like a cloak of nobility. I also see it within it's proud and thickly moustached cammereros. I also understand however the fact that Tortoni these days is more kitsch than sophisticated, more emblematic than functional, pandering to the pesos brought in by tourists such as myself who are looking for an 'authentic' experience,but,it's also a place that I imagine would struggle to be replicated in say a place like Sydney. This type of 'old school' can only be earned and that's something that you just can't fake no matter how hard you try!

Cafe Tortoni - Buenos Aires - Argentina

Cafe Tortoni - Buenos Aires - Argentina
 Cafe Tortoni - Buenos Aires - Argentina
Obelisc de Buenos Aires - Buenos Aires - Argentina

 After Tortoni I made my way to the Panamericano, a place that stringently safeguards access to  one of 'the' views of Buenos Aires, keeping its Lvl 23 vista over the famous Avenida 9 de Julio only within the grasp of those staying at the hotel, and of course, yours truly. On this day I took the express shuttle up to 23 and somehow timed my run to the exact moment that the gatekeeper to this wondrous view decided to leave his post. I have a tendency of getting lucky with things like that, but Argentina! Come on man! Embrace the capitalist edifice! Do you know what you could do with a vista like that rather than keeping it as a half arsed bastion of exclusivity!? 

View from the Panamericano - Buenos Aires - Argentina

View from the Panamericano - Buenos Aires - Argentina
 View from the Panamericano - Buenos Aires - Argentina
 View from the Panamericano - Buenos Aires - Argentina
 Avenida 9 de Julio - Buenos Aires - Argentina

Walking up Avenida Sante Fe after my  Panamericano photo shoot I headed through Barrio Norte with the intention of meandering up to Palermo via a few cocktail stops.It was a good 90min walk, my first choice bar of Million somehow being closed and and in the end I fell short of making the full distance jumping the Subte for a ride through last few stations.

Now Palermo is known as the hip and happening BA barrio. Chic, stylish, good looking, good for looking at, it's the equivalent of your Prahran in Melbourne or Double Bay in Sydney, but for the fact that it's in BA and far cooler and much more unpretentious than those places could ever be. If truth be told my real intention for making it to the northern sector of BA was to spend s little time a a place that is considered by many to be one the best parillas in BA, La Cabrera. And indeed that  was where I settled in for a late afternoon morcilla, bife de tire, and the ubiquitous king of Argentinian reds, the glorious Malbec! I mean it's obligatory to do that sort of thing, right!? In those glorious afternoon hours I made sense of how it's been that this place has  developed its reputation, but for me personally, as pleasing as it was I found it to be overpriced and not living up to the character of many of the grill houses in San Telmo.

 Palermo Soho - Buenos Aires - Argentina

Parilla La Cabrera - Palermo - Buenos Aires - Argentina

Parilla La Cabrera - Palermo - Buenos Aires - Argentina


Post food and wine coma my inane wandering somehow guided me back to Plaza Italia and the Subte, I took a ride via the D line back to the Tribunales stop and walked down to the Panamericano for some evening shots over the city, which didn't eventuate as the fun police stopped my progress at the front gates. I did try to outwit the gatekeeper by posing as a hotel guest, I even had my hotel room number of 2129 ready to roll but I didn't have the surname prepared, Ahh, such a rookie mistake and one that could have been alleviated with a little bit of incisive research.

 ...in a land far, far away

La Bombenera
22 August 2012

So, do you even remember where this blog write up commenced all those paragraphs ago? I was discussing backpacking stereotypes and specifically how Australians seem to pop out off the shrubs anywhere in the world! We have somehow evolved into an easy going crew of professional global nomads. In fact in the most recent UNWTO World Tourism Barometer data (from June 2011) our little country of 22million was ranked # 1 in per capita expenditure on travel with Germany coming in second. This of course lends a little credence to the Estonian saying of Germans being everywhere and Australians being anywhere huh!? So stick with me on this thought for a little while whilst my story catches up with my train of thought in the following paragraphs.

I woke up early in the morning on this day and inherently knew that somehow I was going to find the keys that would block the door to me acquiring tickets to the Boca Juniors v.Independientes match at La Bombenera that evening. I'd like to add now that it was my dogged determination, steely resolve and inane travelers luck that directed those tickets of footballing mayhem into my hands, but alas, it was much more simple than that. With unbelievable simplicity in fact I 'Googled' an agent that was less than 5 mins walk from the hostel and in about the same amount of time I was at their tourist desk  and locked and loaded for the 'Chocolate box' that evening.

 La Bombonera from the outside - La Boca - Buenos Aires - Argentina

Riot squad prior to kick-off

Fast forward to 5:30pm and my return to the same offices for a pick up and transfer to the stadium. Whilst I'm waiting a man walks through the office doors, early twenties or so, dressed in shorts, Boca cap and wind-cheater - 'Aha, this obviously was going to be our guide for the evening'. The lady at the counter introduces the man as such and advises that his name is 'Glenn'.....oh hang on a second, you said what now?Did I just hear her right? It's not Xavier, Juan or Alessandro but 'Glenn? ....Glenn from Buenos Aires huh?'. I sit there for a moment and feel the onset of that overwhelming sense of deja vu, like I've  already lived the inevitable conversation that will happen between us and I know that the wave of disappointment is just about to hit me like the proverbial tsunami

Our group makes its way to the van parked just outside the agency. I'm watching good 'ole Glenn like a hawk, analyzing his idiosyncrasies, waiting for the tell-tale signs of being tied to the Great Southern Land, just a hint of an ockerism will give him away. As I do this Glenn commences his journey down the middle aisle of the van speaking Spanish to the first couple that he meets, albeit with a slight accent. I sit back and force myself to believe that I've judged incorrectly and this kid could be from anywhere....anywhere else....it didn't really matter.

There's a couple sitting in front of me, they're English. This will be the litmus test, this is where my exotic night of footballing mania could potentially unravel. Glenn nods at them in advance of his approach, the English couple fire the first shot over his bow and say 'Hello', and then it comes;

'How are ya's, alright!?'

OH COME ON NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It was a precision strike, right through the petitioned part of the cerebral cortex that dared to dream this would be some type of authentic experience! I looked skyward but only saw the ceiling of the van, so I looked out onto the traffic riddled streets of Buenos Aires tracing lines back to similar instances in Bolivia, Estonia, Mexico, Laos, virtually anywhere that has land. As I'm running through those golden times in my mind Glenn stops in front of me and says 'Hola, como estas?', I respond in kind but I know the jig is up, 'Muy bien, y tu?',  'Oh, you're English?'.......and the rest of the conversation goes something like this;

'No, I'm Australian actually, from Sydney'

'Oh yeah, me too, I'm from Liverpool'

...of course you are I think to myself....'Yeah, I'm from Blacktown'

'Oh wow'

...yes Glenn, 'Oh wow'

 View over La Boca from La Bombonera - La Boca - Buenos Aires - Argentina

La Bombonera prior to kick-off

Of course I discover Glenn to be a nice guy. His parents are Argentinian and he made the decision to move from Australia back the city of his parents, around three years ago as he wanted to experience the culture and connect with that part of him that isn't Australian. He's also a fanatical Boca supporter and proudly shows off the Boca tattoo that he had inked earlier that day. The conversation goes on for a little while longer and he immediately invites me to his birthday festivities on the upcoming Saturday night ( of course he does, again, it's just what Australians do, it's damn obligatory isn't it?)

Glenn hands out a leaflet providing some facts and figures on Boca Juniors and La Bombonera. I'm surprised to find that the ground, the (Estadio Alberto J.Armando), was designed by Viktor Sulćić, a Yugoslav, or perhaps more correctly, a Slovenian architect that ended up making his home in Buenos Aires (...and I certainly understand why he did that!!)....interesting indeed, but enough of the detail lets  get to the actual game.

The Copa Sudamericana is the second most prestigious tournament in South America after the Copa Libertadores and tonight Boca were playing BA rivals Independientes, although 'they', Boca, consider them to be the outskirt hicks of the capital ,kind of in the same manner that playing Penrith is not really like playing a team from Sydney but rather like playing a bunch of country mutants that somehow crawled down from the mountains and managed yo make their home under the Sydney metropolitan banner.

The stadium itself was an absolute picture, the stands so steeply terraced that from wherever you were sitting or standing it would feel that you were virtually on top of the action. By the time kick-off rolled around at 7:30 the Boca faithful were well and truly in full voice, the ground being filled with the voices and song of supporters from both sides. It was exactly the type of atmosphere that I had always imagined that would exist in the renowned Bombanera cauldron and something that I had always wanted to experience since I was a little kid kicking his ball around in the backyard and scoring imaginary World Cup winners for Australia!

 Terraced seating at the ground

Boca supporters at 'their end' of the ground

Boca supporters in full voice and colour


It was an intriguing game, entertaining, skillful, dynamic and attractive. Not as fast as an English game but you don't expect that from the Argentinian style of play. It tends to be more structured and less physical in an athletic sense, but more brutal and demanding in a 'I'm going to chop your legs with these studs' sense.About 15 mins  into the first half Boca scored  a beautiful, if somewhat opportunistic goal and the crowd just lost their bundle. When the dial gets switched to 'scizo' in a place like this then you don't only experience the emotion in a visual sense but you feel it in your chest! TV just does not do their insanity and passion justice! Rushing to the security fences rom the bottom terraces the faithful jumped on them liked escaped lunatics from a Boca supporters asylum, it was such a sight to see. As the Boca chants started up after the initial jubilant release from the first goal it acted as a trigger to fire up the faithful even more, their  already boisterous voices shaking the ground with their communal song.


La  Bombonera - La Boca - Buenos Aires - Argentina


As 'lucky' seems to find me on occasions such as these  I managed to lock myself into what became a pulsating game. Independientes got back into the match with a goal that was well crafted and full of artistry. The away fans lost their minds and the southern end of the ground, filled with Independientes supporters answered all challenges that the Boca crowd threw at them. An insane strike from outside the box right on the of halftime had the score at 2-1 setting the game up for an epic second 45min.

Into the second  half, with Independiente pressing Boca,  the Boca 12th man on the terraces tried to lift the team but somehow through some dynamic movement and build up play Independiente got an equalizer to have the match back on even level terms and set it up for an exhilarating finish.
 
With  20 mins left to go  the referee did himself, or his family for that matter, no favours at all by making a rather bold call and giving a straight red card to a Boca player for a foul sending them off the park and to an early shower. You know i always wondered why players did that? Why the hell would they not sit and watch the rest of the game after being sent off? Why did you need to automatically go and have a shower? Are you cleansing yourself from your footballing sins? If the home team were going to win the match from here then it was going to be with 10 men, a task that seemed like an impossibility considered the nature of the game thus far.

 Panoramic shot from inside the ground


Somehow though, with the home team support Boca rallied and got themselves a free kick from outside the box with just on 10 mins to go on the rocketship clock. Glenn, remember that guy? He was in the process of  having a heart attack along with 30,000 other supporters. Standing high above the ground on the steep terraces, good 'ole Glenn from Fairfield was motionless, watching his beloved Boca fight with a man down, there he stood repeating out aloud, over and over,'please, please,please, please' like a mantra. Now in my head I know that goals from free kicks are rarity but it just felt like it was one of those moments when you kind of knew that the script had called for something magical to happen , and of course, what a strike! A left footed curler that got up and over the wall and beat the keeper on his left side. Boca were mow up 3-2 with under 10 mins to play and the crowd were going MENTAL!!!

3-2 up with 10 mins to play - Boca crowd going nuts!!

With 10 mins left Independiente  pressed with their man advantage, pushing Boca back into their half and forcing them to defend from well within their half! Independiente manufactured  a shot from inside the box that hit the bar and that point you just had the feeling that Boca had somehow done a deal with the football Gods to get this game over the line for this evening,but, the out of town ers kept pushing forward relentlessly and in the 43rd min the elastic band had stretched enough and it finally snapped. Somehow with God on their side Boca had failed to take care of the one person that could really have an impact, and that was the referee.The call that he made guaranteed that he would never have safe passage through La Boca again! A penalty was awarded against the  10 man Boca side with the finish line in sight.



Independiente stepped up and comfortably put away the penalty, but then something extraordinary happened, the referee blew  his whistle and called that an Independiente player at entered the box before the strike, asking therefore  that the penalty be retaken (man, now this was footballing theatre at its best, perhaps the referee had received the telegram after all. I was just about to witness a hometown miracle). Standing high about the northern end of the ground I was thinking in my own mind that if the keeper were to go the same way as the initial strike then he would go a long way to getting a glove on it the next kick. Of course the ball did go in that direction but the keeper  with his own rationale went the other way. The score now stood at 3-3 with virtually no time left on the clock...
....and unfortunately for Boca that's how it ended, no fairy tail win this evening but it was one hell of a contest! Wild, electric, passionate, sometimes even verging on the intimidating, it was an unforgettable experience and I'm so thankful that I had the opportunity to get on the Boca carnival ride even if it was only for 90 mins!