We had done our fair share of walking through the city streets in the past few days and decided on the lazy option today. We wanted to have a look round the shops to see if we could buy some gifts and the Abasto Mall sounded quite good. It was quite a distance away though, but we discovered that they had a free shuttle service. Our hotel receptionist phoned for us and within 20 minutes a nice, air conditioned people mover pulled up at the hotel.

Perhaps it was because it was a Saturday morning, but our driver didn't seem to want to be driving us. Or maybe he was generally a very impatient, aggressive driver. Regardless, he had us dropped off by the mall in next to no time. The street opposite the mall was the Carlos Gardel street, a man very famous in the Tango world who used to live in the area.

There were plenty of shops in the mall, and plenty of people too, but there was nothing worth buying. They seemed to have good cinema, but we decided to wait until we were in Scotland and Finland when the days would be dark and cold. We walked back to the hotel on Avenida Corrientes, which seemed to have cheaper shops but again, not the stuff we wanted to buy.

Instead of going directly back to the hotel, we made our way to Florida where we had seen some music stores. Trying to buy some Tango music wasn't as easy as we originally thought. There is traditional and electronic versions, some for listening to and others for dancing to. We ended up in a store that was blasting Tango out into the street and he 'helped' us by playing half a dozen different CD's. David couldn't quite distinguish the subtleties between them, it's really not his type of music, and selection would be made on the cover's artwork.

Back at the hotel, with our brains slightly fried, we managed to book accommodation for Puerto Iguazú where we would be staying for the next 3 nights. We had booked return flights months ago before we had been in Argentina, but never got round to booking the accommodation because we didn't understand the complexities of the currency.

With only a few days left in the country and not being able to exchange surplus currency, we sat down to work out, almost to the penny, how much money we would need for the rest of our trip in Argentina. This was an exercise that infuriated David, he hates being somewhere and being limited to what he can do based on what cash he has in his pocket. Had we been in any other country, we could just pay by card or exchange surplus cash at the airport on departure or on arrival in London.

We weren't too limited yet and with a pocketful of cash we went for pizza at the famous Cuartito. It gets a good mention in Lonely Planet and lots of locals eat there too. When we arrived, it was really quiet but as the clock struck 9pm, there seemed to be a stampede for the tables; it was suddenly jam packed. We ordered large pizza to share, but they made a mistake and made two small ones instead. They apologised and hoped we would accept the small pizzas (which were a lot bigger than half a large one) for the price of the large. Of course we would, paying 180 pesos for 290 pesos worth of pizza was fine by us. Our night got better when the bill came, we'd ordered a big 90 peso bottle of cider to share but were only charged for a glass at 30 pesos. Result!