After a stroll to the newly renovated docks of Puerto Madero, hopped on the subte (underground) to get to the rather nice Belgrano /Castelar district that houses River Plate's football stadium. Lunched on some nice pie quiche things before making our way through a swanky residential area to find the stadium. A bit early, sat in a park marvelling at the cotton wool trees and cursing the sap spitting trees.
Chose our step (no not seats) in the top stand of the stadium behind the goal, surrounded by locals and happy with ourselves for not choosing to take a tour costing 5 times as much for a similar choice of steps in a different stand. Amy, excited at the prospect of her first ever football game, could hardly contain herself (!). It was virtually all Argentina, but having had 2 goals disallowed (1 inexplicable decision) 0-0 at half time and the locals were getting twitchy. When Bolivia scored to make it 1-0 the Argy fans were getting more restless. Following a third disallowed goal, eventually an equaliser, but despite the one-way traffic toward our ( and the Bolivian) goal it finished 1-1 - not the win the hot favourites Argentina were expecting.
After getting lost eventually found the subte, made our way back to Centro, and cooked in our hostel. Plonked ourselves down in a street corner cafe with a bottle of red to watch the Friday people traffic go by.