It was always going to be a long one. London → Madrid → Buenos Aires → Montevideo in one hit was quite ambitious. But sitting down with a beer at 3pm in San Telmo, after a leasury walk through the Sunday market in Plaza Dorrego with only a short ferry to Montevideo to go, we thought we were all over it. It's then I made the fatal mistake of commenting on how easy things were going. Sure I knocked on wood as soon as I said it, but no good. A few minor mishaps stringed together resulted in us arriving at the ferry port, sweating profusely, to watch our ferry pull out of the dock without us. Due to our tight schedule, this meant we might not get to go Uruguay at all. But not all was lost. We were able to catch a later ferry, to a different city, and bus it from there, arriving only 4hrs late. Thus, after dropping our bags in to the hostel, the only bars open for a drink were down by the port, with the ladies of the night. All in all, quite a fair days' travel.
As stated in my earlier twitter post, it was just fantastic to be back in Buenos Aires (just for the afternoon). Absolutely beautiful late summers Sunday afternoon, wandering through the antiques market in my favourite barrio, San Telmo. It was like I had never left. Tango dancers in the street, people relaxing outside the cafes, music in the air, scented with the smell of the Parrillas (those famous Argentinean steak houses). Sunday afternoon is by far the best time, as the streets are closed to traffic for all the market stalls, lowering the decibel level by about 1000%. For the rest of the week clapped out buses with no mufflers fly down the cobble stone streets, creating quite a racket.