oscar pringles

so we were supposed to fly yesterday from puerto iguazu (of waterfall fame) to buenos aires, but when we checked in for our flight, it turned out there were 2 aeroplane´s worth of people wanting to get on the flight, so they put us up in a 5 star hotel for the night. we didn´t even bother trying to look upset about not getting our scheduled flight. 5 stars in argentina is not the same as 5 stars in england, but it was still nice. we ordered a pedicure and a really nice argentinian woman came and painted our nails, and put little flower stickers on them. mine have already fallen off (the stickers, not my nails). she said they would last for 20 days (the stickers, not my nails).

we had cold buffet for dinner, which was cold buffet for starter, slightly warmer buffet for main course, and cold buffet for pudding. (it was about as cold as the outdoor pool). we ate absolutely loads though as it was free. then we went back to our room and the phone was ringing. strange as we weren´t expecting any calls. i answered: hola? spanish man: woierjh oadsighjaodifghaosifdjasodifjasd (unintelligible spanish paragraph). me: oh. vino. yes. we didn´t pay. ok. sorry. ciao! so we went back to the restaurant to pay for the wine we´d ´forgotten´to pay for. our nice waiter was there, so we appeased him by telling him how much we liked his name, it was oscar pringles. we told him that in england, pringles are a type of crisp, which are very nice. he liked this. then he said golf golf. we said yes, pringles jumpers golf golf. he laughed. we said do you play golf? he said no. we said you should with a name like that. he laughed. we left.

and so we flew to buenos aires this morning instead. it´s cold here. a man told us which bus to get from the airport. it´s a massive city, and vaguely european, sort of like scandinavia mixed with canada mixed with south america mixed with 10 years ago, and a bit quiet as it is sunday today. our hostel is above a pub which we are in now playing pool with a brazilian and an american person. after checking in we went for food (abi was having a food low, and laura is ill, so this was a slightly low hungry grumpy moment). we found an amazing restaurant, and had lots of red wine and steak and pork pamplona, and a selection of desserts. the steak and pork and wine were amazing. the puddings were awful. then we wandered around an old antiques market, took some photos of a little dog in a tartan jacket, went into a church and sang along with them to some songs about loving jesus and felt blessed. then went for some peanuts and olives and wine in a bar in plaza derroga. then we watched some people dancing tangos in the square which was lovely.