It feels a bit like I'm loosing speed here when it comes to exploration and partying. I arrived quite early to Buenos Aires after a marathon session on a bus, and had checked in and gotten breakfast by 11-12. After that, pretty much all I've done is go to La Boca, a neighborhood famous for two things: 1, being the tango district of BA, and 2, being a working class district (e.g. one of the more dangerous parts of BA). So I talked around a bit, and it seemed to ...

I think the picture describes my situation aptly and appropriately... Pretty much what I've been up to the last couple of days, hanging about, curing my jetlag, checking out some of the more famous places in Argentina like the massive Freudian-complex penis they have erected (every possible pun intended), the pink house instead if the white house (I knew Latin America would be a bit gay, but the house of governance being pink is just...) and the national museum o...

Never take a cab in Buenos Aires! Simple as that, never do it niggah. I just spent 13 hours on a plane from Sydney after pulling an all-nighter in my last day in Auckland and arrived on a new continent with a new language, so it's safe to say, I was a bit groggy. All concept of time and days disappeared somewhere between skipping one nights sleep and instead going to bed at 3 pm, and sitting on a plane for 13 hours and still only move 1 hour forward in time... S...