(note on the videos- I know they’re uneditted and they should be combined, but given my lack of a computer, forgive me.)

I Can’t See Dead People

Our hostel is a pretty happening place, so we decided to appeal to fellow backpackers to gauge what to see in Buenos Aires. Some staggaring drunk guy told us that if there was one thing to check out in Buenos Aires, it was the cemetery. We were skeptical of this, especially given the rather large beer in his hand, but we decided to see what it was all about because he was, after all, travelling with a Canadian.

Turns out that it was solid advice. This was no ordinary field littered with gravesites. This was more like a village for carcasses. There’s about 5000 graves, and by graves I mean mini houses jutting 20 to 30 feet in the air with basements. It was quite the stately area, like walking through a well maintained but empty city. True to his mischevious nature, John wanted to climb up on the roof of one of them, and we were successful despite the rotting ladder we had to climb precariously. Sitting on the roof with a bird’s eye view of the place is not something I will easily forget.

Tango!

Dinner at the Tango

A Bonafide Tango Show

But it should be no surprise that the highlight of Buenos Aires was an outing to a tango show. When we arrived at the hostel, I saw ads for the tango dinner show, and seeing as my favorite scenes in Moulin Rouge is centered around a tango dance (which I will shamelessly admit that I have watched an astounding number of times), and the fact that I have always had a mild fascination wtih the tango, I wanted to go. John is a guy’s guy through and through, however, so I figured that I’d probably be going solo. When I broached the idea, he was game so we bought the tickets and walked there at night, feeling distinctly unsafe in the dark alley ways. Buenos Aires at night is very different then during the day and I was thankful that I wasn’t by my lonesome.

The dinner theatre was small and charming with a cool ambience. When we were seated to dinner, already resigned to the fact that I can’t communicate with anyone out here, I asked our neighbors to snap a picture by doing my typical charades (picture me holding an imaginary camera, clicking the air camera exaggeratedly). 
 
‘You want a picture?’  She asked amused, in perfect English. Turns out there were fellow Canadians in the house.
 
The show was fantastic. Absolutely amazing. The European food influence here is apparent and the quality and tastes of the dinner exceeded our expectations in every way, only to be outdone by the tango itself.  It was like the stuff you see on TV, only feet away from us. The accompanying music was live- accordians, percussion, violin and piano. There was even some opera segments. It was a magical night and truly something cultural.

The Buenos Aires Clubs Don’t Close….

Making New Friends at the Zoo

A few hours later, we boarded a bus to Puerto Madryn, Pattagonia. It would be a 20 hour journey. So long, Buenos Aires!