Still, there were loads to see and do in Buenos Aires. The Recoleta Cemetorio
came with loads of statues and crypts, for the rich and famous of their time. The
most-visited grave was undoubtedly that of Evita, and one could hardly catch a
glimpse of it due to the hordes of tourists.
Food-wise I was in seventh heaven; right next door to our hotel was a superb
vegetarian restaurant. Chinese-owned, it served the most delicious food I’ve eaten
since China. In case that wasn’t enough, there was Ugi’s on the corner, selling the
cheapest pizzas in town. They simply made one type of pizza - Mozzarella pizza -
and a takeaway box was a further 50 cents.
In the meantime, I scanned the shops in search of a camera. I ordered new
reading glasses, but could only collect those items once I got my sweaty paws on
my money.
The bank card was eventually delivered but still needed activation. I contacted the
bank once more, who would return the call the following day. To our horror, we
discovered the guest in the room next door had passed away and police were in
and out the entire day. I didn’t ask any questions but felt they could at least have
closed the door or covered the body.
Buenos Aires
The bank returned the phone call in the early morning to inform the card had been
unlocked. I scarcely had time to eat breakfast as I was super keen to pick up my
new reading glasses. We headed straight to the ferry ticket office to purchase the
following day’s ticket to Uruguay. Sadly, at the camera shop, none of the latest
models was available and, in the end, I bought a Lumix.