A day off, with domestic chores and a 50 km hike

 Wednesday 11 January 2012

We decided to have a day off, so spent (well Tuna spent, let’s have no illusions here) the morning updating Facepage and this most wonderful blog which has reached acclaim from around the globe (well some bloke in Alaska looked at it once apparently). It’s about 30 and steamy here, having had a few drop of rain on a hot hot city. The Albatross gave the apartment the once over and did chores because it was getting a tad funky. By the way if you want to see the love palace,

http://www.welcome2ba.com/?p=prop&id=591

At about 12:00 we went for a stroll north to have a look through the leafy green suburbs of northern BsAs. Stopped for a coffee and then lunch (lunch is not before 13:30, whilst dinner is only remotely acceptable at 21:00, 23:00 is far more acceptable, 01:00 is for the cool kids). We ended up in Belgrano which the lonely planet had said good things about. Up to its usual standard it was nothing special (I think we’re getting too old for LPs ), but it was a nice leafy suburb. Tuna made some mates in the park on the only hill in the city.

 

Tuna's mates

We strolled around some dead rich gezza’s ex-pad chockers with old art facing onto a square with church in it. Sorry we were hot, sticky and hadn’t meant to walk nearly so far, so were a tad jaded.

Dead bloke’s garden

 

A garden variety Tuna

Thankfully the subway back was close, so we bailed and came home about 16:00. A quick dash to the shops, whacked the aircon on and life is good again. I like having power, last night the power to the suburb was on about 18:30, but the bloke in charge of our building didn’t stagger home from the pub till 2am to flick the switch, yeah thanks.

I should also say that Argentinian Rose is pretty damn decent too. As I said earlier, the Argentinian wine is just fab (and normally organic for the hippies out there, the wine growing regions are so high up that pesticides aren’t needed).

We’re buggered, lucky we have left over Paella in the freezer. We’re saving ourselves for the big BsAs finale tomorrow night, when we aim to eat a cow, two chickens and a very small pig.