Walking past the Museum of popular art, I notice a banner for an exhibition on ponchos in the last 200 years. I hadn’t really thought of ponchos as being an Argentinian thing.
Yesterday I walked to Obelisk, Teatro Colon and ate at a vegetarian restaurant. BA is a thriving metropolis, more modern than I expected.
Today I walked several miles to see the Japanese Garden. It was beautiful, tons of coy carp making faces. Dragonflies everywhere. Then the traffic got louder and the tranquility was ruined.
The roads in my neighbourhood are named for Latin American countries - I’m on Mexico, next to Chile and Venezuela.
With only 3 days until I travel to the Antarctic I’m trying to soak up the rays. The first day I got here it poured with rain. It’s blowy at times but generally warm. I’ve bought sea sickness tablets and thermal socks, and holding out hope that my order of cold weather gear arrives at my hotel on Sunday.
I walk faster than most of the people on this continent. I think that comes from being a Londoner.
It’s hard to believe the first part of my travels is nearing the end. It doesn’t feel like I was in Mexico only yesterday, but it does feel like I’ve blinked and missed it. Will I blink and miss Asia too?
A pit stop at the Museum of Fine Art reminds me I have no talents to speak of. And I can’t help but feel as I notice the pencil lines in an optical illusion painting that the guy cheated.
On my way back I bought a jumper, saw two men kick apart a fridge, and watched people filming a garbage truck empty a bin.
A nap and a can of coke gets me ready for a possible pub crawl, if anyone else signs up. Otherwise I’m drinking alone.
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