Dont Cry for me Argentina

Well, well, well. Gotta say im sorry for not updating this in a bit, but what can I say? Europe is amazing, but ill have to talk about that in a bit. These pics all came from Argentina where Andrew left for home, but we made sure we had a good time before he left. Had three other friends down there as well that are all studying architecture so I was given a different perspective of the city.



To finish up my six weeks in South America I spent two weeks in Buenos Aires, which is a huge dense city with around 18 million people occupying it. Traveling with architects is pretty fun. There were no tour guides needed. Everyday they knew of a cool museum, or structure that we could go and check out that not to many people would ever visit.



Besides having fun there were a lot of things that you learn about when traveling in such a big city. The first thing is always use your head. A big city brings forth a lot of little problems for the tourist. Luckily nothing really happened to us, but here are some of the things that I now know to look for. On the Subte, or Subway, they pack you in like sardines and its common to have a couple of wondering fingers in your pockets. Never happened to me, but Andrew has a pretty good story where he was so packed in that you couldnt walk and all the sudden he has a hand in his pocket. Pissed off, he finally makes his way to turn around and confront the man, but cant really do any thing cause its so tight and just starts to belly bump the guy until he gets the message. You have to ask him about it the next time you see him, hilarious.



Scam 2: Bird Shit. Walking down to see these underground tunnels from something like 1714 a little lady comes up to us with tissues and saying, um, I think a bird shit on all of you. I look at my friends back and im like wow, you got covered. Then we check eachother out and it looks like a pigeon emptied a little bird septic tank across all three of our backs. Holy crap, how does a bird shit that much, and yet get all three of us. One second later, we figure that they dont, and my friend Jon remembers the scam. Dont let her touch you he says. We find out that its lotion that one of her degenerate friends has sprayed across all of our backs. We wipe it off our shoulders and rub it into our skin and thank the kind women. The scam involves getting the bird shit talk then they offer to wipe you off, and when doing so they swipe your wallet, or bag as soon as you go to remove it to take a look. I can laugh about it now, but just wanted to kick her in the shin at that moment.



Final days were spent powerless because of a water leak in the walls. Thank goodness Stella is cheap there. Rooftop sodas above the city made up for it. Spent about 2 days in the airport, but finally made my way to Europe. Have to get some photos up when I get the chance. Ill try to do it sooner than later, but who knows might find another interesting door to go through before I get back bloggage town.