The 12hr overnight bus journey from Mendoza to Buenos Aires was pretty bearable considering. In fact, the only downside was being forced to watch a film whose entire premise involved Jennifer Aniston sleeping with Kevin Costner when he´d already slept with her mother and grandmother too. Nice.

And so we arrived fresh as daisies to the hubbub of downtown BA, with not quite any idea where or what to do once making it out of the bus station. After a rather long and stressfull hour or so we finally found a bed, and much of that day was spent in and out of consciousness. However, we did find time to wander down to the Plaza de Mayo, which for what it lacked in architectural and aesthetic appeal, made up for it with pigeons. Oh plus two guys standing outside the government buildings with bayonettes. Possibly to keep out the pigeons.

On Saturday we walked down to an area called Recoleta, where there was a huge market selling everything from jewellery and paintings, to fork sculptures and llama feet mugs. The sun was shining and it was a beautiful day so we thought we´d make the most of it by going to the graveyard. No no, not just any graveyard however, but the Recoleta Cemetary, an entire village built for dead people. Crypts ranged from simple and modest to the most monstrous eyesores an (obviously) delirious dying person could muster. As fate would have it, we happened also to be there on the day of Evita´s birthday, and so saw those paying homage to her through flowers at her grave.

We also went to a few art galleries and ended up being knackered after having to walk for the first time in three months. The next day we checkout out an area called San Telmo, where they had street tango perfomances, musicians and antiques markets around on a Sunday. Wandered round for a bit, then walked over to another area, La Boca, to see some street art and more tango.

Sadly, that meant we pretty much exhausted things to see today so we tried some palace recommended in the book for having a good collection of art. Unfortunatly we could only go round in a tour, which consisted or a group of forty-odd spanish speakers and 4 english speakers. The guide did reassure us at the beginning that she would translate, and made a huge fuss of always having us at the front of the group, only for her then to describe everything of interest in spanish and then to say in english ´now we are moving on to the next place´. So we escaped out the back when she wasn´t looking, but freakishly enough we couldn´t escape our consciences when later that evening she popped up at the cinema right behind us. Thankfully tomorrow morning we pack our bags and set sail for Uruguay.