I am sure you are eager to know what further feats of idiocy I have managed to perform since we last met, so I won’t keep you in suspense.
I’m sorry to say that in the last 24 hours, I have done nothing more stupid than to get off a bus only 15 blocks after the correct stop. (Also, I forgot to weigh my vegetables at the grocery store and caused a delay at the till, but I do that at home too.)
So, there will be no sniggering at me in this blog post. But, if you want to know more about Buenos Aires, read on, for at last I have had the chance to do some proper exploring.
On Ignacio’s advice (and with his help), I caught the 118 bus to Palermo. Ignacio chose the 118 for me because all I had to remember was to get off it five blocks after it turned left – instructions even I could surely manage to follow.
Here is a photo of a fine specimen of the Buenos Aires bus driver in his decorative natural habitat:
The point of my visit to Palermo, possibly the wealthiest, poshest part of Buenos Aires, was to visit the Museo de Arte Latinoamericano de Buenos Aires, or MALBA.
Since I naturally neglected to bring a map, I developed a highly cunning (and soon to be trademarked) technique of ensuring I could find my way back to the correct bus stop: Each time I turned a corner, I took a photo of the scene behind me. Thus, my iPhone was soon full of photographic masterpieces like this one:
Using another patented Westwood travel technique, technically known as Following My Nose, or FMN, I located MALBA. Shortly afterwards, I also located the sign that informs visitors that MALBA is closed on Tuesdays. Which, of course, was the day I had chosen to visit.
Continuing to abide by strict FMN principles, I made a tour of a small park and a shopping mall instead.
In the park I found this:
In the shopping mall, I tried to draw money from the parking pay station (it looked like an ATM and was covered in credit card logos, so it wasn’t quite as stupid as it sounds) and then sat and admired the amazing view of train tracks and a narrow silver sliver of the Rio de la Plata from the rooftop:
The free wifi at the shopping mall allowed me to discover that I was only a block away from the Japanese Gardens. So I went to visit those:
As I was about to return to my bus stop, I looked further down the road and saw this:
When I reached the traffic circle, I couldn’t help but notice that there was another garden I could visit. And this one was free.
At last I turned around and headed for home, just in time to catch rush hour and enjoy the authentic experience of playing sardines on the bus.
But first, to fortify myself, I popped into Volta for coffee and an alfajor with dolce de leche. Aaaah, dolce de leche!