This morning we walk to Plaza de Mayo and find the
subway. We catch the train at the
Catedral station. We know where the
Catedral station is but we still cannon find the actual church! Surely it must
be close. Our destination on the train
is Palermo, which is a area in the city that has a lot of shopping and
restaurants for dining and the odd drink.
When we get off the subway we walk around the parks and streets soaking
in the atmosphere. After a while we
arrive at the Evita museum. This museum
is dedicated to Evita Peron, who was married to the President in the mid 1940’s
and early 1950’s. The main purpose of
the museum is to document the social work she did for residents of Buenos
Aires, focusing her efforts on the poor and giving them a chance in life. It also documents Evitas movements after her
death in 1953, as she was moved several times as noted in day 87. After our visit to the museum we have a short
walk around the area and then catch the subway back to Plaza de Mayo. We then begin walking back through San Telmo
towards our hostel and we come across a market, so we decide to have a
look. This market consists of expensive
antiques and food stalls. We tell a fella
at a food stall that we will be back tomorrow to buy some veges, we couldn’t do
it tonight and we were going out for dinner with Nico again, this time the main
reason was to watch the Boca Juniors football semi final. We leave the market and head to the
Penitentiary Museum which is close to our hostel. We didn’t have anything else planned for the
rest of the afternoon so we decide to have a look. This was the first prison in Buenos Aires and
it was what a prison should be like, dark, disgusting, dirty and very
basic. We saw equipment that was used
including dental equipment and restrainers, also there were small displays of
torture that was applied to prisoners after bad behaviour. After this museum we went back to the hostel
and waited until the football game started, while we were waiting we talked to
our new English friend called Romin. We invited
him out for dinner for us but he had other plans.
At about 730 Nico came and picked us up. He had a restaurant planned for us that
served good pizza and had a big screen to watch the football. It was a nice evening and we had some wine
and pizza for dinner. For the record
Boca Juniors won the game 2-0, it was a home and away semi final against the
University of Chile. After the game we
caught a bus to another suburb and went to a local bar there. At this bar there was live music which was
very good. When we arrived a lady was
singing, it would have been good to be able to understand what she was saying
because everyone in the bar was silent and concentrating on what she was
singing. It was an atmosphere I had
never experienced before in a bar, when the singer is doing their thing,
everyone is quiet and listening intensely, if someone makes a noise, a lot of
people tell them to shut up. Everyone
had a drink in their hand but no one was drunk, and it was midnight. In fact I have not seen anyone drunk in a pub
and we have been out late most nights.
When the lady finished the pub had no music for half an hour. At about 1am, an 81 year old man took the
stage. Apparently he sings every Tuesday
and Thursday night at 1am, incredible! He was a bit of a legend, this is the
reason Nico took us to this pub. Once
again everyone was intently listening to what he was singing, and then there
were loud applause when he finished a song, and rightly so. Also at the bar that night while this 81 year
old was singing was a 90 year old celebrating his birthday with family and
friends. What is a 90 year old doing out
in a bar at 1am on a Thursday night? Well this is not late for them, they are
used to late nights and I guess late mornings.
When the 81 year old was finished singing, we
walked to a nearby milonga to see a show.
When we got there the place was effectively closing down for the
night. It must have been a slow night
because it was very early for Buenos Aires.
We then jumped on the bus and went home.
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