Coming to an end but not yet.....
Breakfast you would imagine, going a bit later (okay technically lunch time) it might not be as busy, but apparently a whole world of people felt the same.
With absolutely zero enthusiasm to leave the hostel I badgered some people across the world for encouragement. The powers of modern technology. Some didn't want to go running, some were baking, some were just plain busy. But I picked my bottom up and out I went and this is where...........30,000 steps and home took me
An eco park which I must explore more of but discovered that at 39 apparently you are too old to go on a merry-go-round despite being small apparently I require an even smaller person.... maybe someone different tomorrow.
Check out these weird free roaming tail-less creatures.
Next up it turns out cemeteries can be tourist sites, weird but both Valparaiso and Punta Arenas also had then as sites but I didn't go, but I caved here.....
This was like a small town of dead people, with streets, its own map and dare I be so crass as to say I half expected to find a starbucks.....
Most people were looking to find Eva Peron location and the map helped but it was interesting watching people read it despite me putting my finger on the location.
Now sadly I have been to two too many funerals this year the mighty Paul Heys and my indomitable grandmother, Gagy.
One at a crematorium and one at church with a burial. Inevitably it makes you think about your own immortality which I might think about more than most, however I had never thought of building my own little house for people to stare in at either my coffin or I guess prized possessions (now what would they be, its almost like the question what would your last meal be? Only possibly more morbid). That is what these mausoleums are, sadly some have been vandalised at some point, which is slightly sickening some are rough and ruined looking and others contain artwork and some stunning stained if you don't mind the religious connotations.
But there are people walking round and plenty of them and just outside is a bizarre little craft market that I very nearly bought a submarine and a giraffe at..... the is still time. On fact I do really want both. The Arts and Culture museum was founded closed in the with the general theme I have regarding museums
From here I walked to San Martin Plaza and the Torre Monument a Tower complete in 1924 to mark the 100 years of independence of Argentina and donated by the British community at the time. Ironic or poignant or both I am not sure, but as you walk up the plaza to get a view of the tower there you find the following monument to the Falklands War.
First up, do you think these solidiers are really or not?
It has definitely made me go and read more about it as I was best little when it happened.
On with my stroll and I meet the 'hello' man though saying it a bit more like 'yellow' cycling around on his bike
No one is saying hello back to the poor chap as he cycles round, a few yellows later and my spanglish kicks in and I realize he is saying 'helo' basically ice or ice creams........ good job I didn't shout back Hello or Goodbye both of which I was considering!!!
I do wish I had shouted yellow back and got myself an ice cream it is not a holiday without one and so far I haven't had one.
Well Eva Peron was Hollywoodised in true style by Madonna and so was Casa de Rosada (pink house!) For a city by the sea in someways you wouldn't know but I bet when know but definitely when this was built it felt a lot more by the sea.
But just as I am all for flag poles (secret aspiration to have one)......but really.
I do think much if you do London on foot you spend your whole time stumbling across history. As the guard changed, or actually they just went for walk or should I say stomp around the block conveniently while was there it just feels like South American history is so much closer to now.
It feels like they have done in 500 years what we have done in a 2000+ years. I am not sure what that means but who were are our indigenous people.... my history is weak but 1066 is probably one of the first things I remember mainly because my Dad made me an awesome shield to go and re-enact the battle with my junior school and probably several times with my brothers in the back garden.
So we were Saxons, Anglo saxons, roman or some kind of as Anglo Roman and largely before that therr was the iron age and we were Celtic in origin. Funny how Celtic now very encapsulates a certain part of the UK yet arguably it was probably all of it that broadly would be classed as celtic. But modern technology tells us through DNA analysis that even then we would have had different tribes of different genetic traits mich like the patagonian people over a much smaller space. So the debate isn't really solved.....
But I digress because what it also feels like is the stability that the UK has (though some might argue not right now) has also been there a mighty time longer good or bad but I yhink even in my lifetime growing up here would have been notably different from a civil unrest sort of feel. Much like I remember thinking in Cuba.
Iconic as Evita was and is still very 'popularist' out here she was not necessarily great for the country but nor was the military coup that followed. But I am neither a historian or a politician so I cannot really comment.
My weary feet strolled me into London city. Yes that was the name of the cafe colonial and nect door were some good door knockers to boot! As usual it always feels like they have forgotten my order but when it arrives they are instantly forgiven.
Further wandering through the town continues to amaze me with the architecture here. The large streets in their time would have lead to making many of these places feel quite commanding, decadent, overwhelming or just plain impressive as would the less traffic and slower mode. You almost can't step back far enough from some of the places to truly admire because there is a flag pole or a now motorway of traffic.
As I wander home I aim to cruise around the area near my Hostel, the soho of Buenos Aires and get side tracked by a completely different type of culture.
Yes you may cringe, but I bloody love it. Escapism, sci-fi, marvel, animations, damn it super heroes should exist ........
Oh wait here's wonderwoman
With a cocktail that was the size of my head. I am beginning to think I need a bigger head, and a snack off the menu that was so big it became my dinner.
I was pretty happy and then even more amused to find this sign a bit later, on the outside fof a bar, suggesting if you are a leprechaun (or Irish I think is where they are going) you got a free beer, where are you Leslie when I need you.......F50 what???
With absolutely zero enthusiasm to leave the hostel I badgered some people across the world for encouragement. The powers of modern technology. Some didn't want to go running, some were baking, some were just plain busy. But I picked my bottom up and out I went and this is where...........30,000 steps and home took me
An eco park which I must explore more of but discovered that at 39 apparently you are too old to go on a merry-go-round despite being small apparently I require an even smaller person.... maybe someone different tomorrow.
Check out these weird free roaming tail-less creatures.
Next up it turns out cemeteries can be tourist sites, weird but both Valparaiso and Punta Arenas also had then as sites but I didn't go, but I caved here.....
This was like a small town of dead people, with streets, its own map and dare I be so crass as to say I half expected to find a starbucks.....
Most people were looking to find Eva Peron location and the map helped but it was interesting watching people read it despite me putting my finger on the location.
Now sadly I have been to two too many funerals this year the mighty Paul Heys and my indomitable grandmother, Gagy.
One at a crematorium and one at church with a burial. Inevitably it makes you think about your own immortality which I might think about more than most, however I had never thought of building my own little house for people to stare in at either my coffin or I guess prized possessions (now what would they be, its almost like the question what would your last meal be? Only possibly more morbid). That is what these mausoleums are, sadly some have been vandalised at some point, which is slightly sickening some are rough and ruined looking and others contain artwork and some stunning stained if you don't mind the religious connotations.
But there are people walking round and plenty of them and just outside is a bizarre little craft market that I very nearly bought a submarine and a giraffe at..... the is still time. On fact I do really want both. The Arts and Culture museum was founded closed in the with the general theme I have regarding museums
From here I walked to San Martin Plaza and the Torre Monument a Tower complete in 1924 to mark the 100 years of independence of Argentina and donated by the British community at the time. Ironic or poignant or both I am not sure, but as you walk up the plaza to get a view of the tower there you find the following monument to the Falklands War.
First up, do you think these solidiers are really or not?
It has definitely made me go and read more about it as I was best little when it happened.
On with my stroll and I meet the 'hello' man though saying it a bit more like 'yellow' cycling around on his bike
No one is saying hello back to the poor chap as he cycles round, a few yellows later and my spanglish kicks in and I realize he is saying 'helo' basically ice or ice creams........ good job I didn't shout back Hello or Goodbye both of which I was considering!!!
I do wish I had shouted yellow back and got myself an ice cream it is not a holiday without one and so far I haven't had one.
Well Eva Peron was Hollywoodised in true style by Madonna and so was Casa de Rosada (pink house!) For a city by the sea in someways you wouldn't know but I bet when know but definitely when this was built it felt a lot more by the sea.
But just as I am all for flag poles (secret aspiration to have one)......but really.
I do think much if you do London on foot you spend your whole time stumbling across history. As the guard changed, or actually they just went for walk or should I say stomp around the block conveniently while was there it just feels like South American history is so much closer to now.
It feels like they have done in 500 years what we have done in a 2000+ years. I am not sure what that means but who were are our indigenous people.... my history is weak but 1066 is probably one of the first things I remember mainly because my Dad made me an awesome shield to go and re-enact the battle with my junior school and probably several times with my brothers in the back garden.
So we were Saxons, Anglo saxons, roman or some kind of as Anglo Roman and largely before that therr was the iron age and we were Celtic in origin. Funny how Celtic now very encapsulates a certain part of the UK yet arguably it was probably all of it that broadly would be classed as celtic. But modern technology tells us through DNA analysis that even then we would have had different tribes of different genetic traits mich like the patagonian people over a much smaller space. So the debate isn't really solved.....
But I digress because what it also feels like is the stability that the UK has (though some might argue not right now) has also been there a mighty time longer good or bad but I yhink even in my lifetime growing up here would have been notably different from a civil unrest sort of feel. Much like I remember thinking in Cuba.
Iconic as Evita was and is still very 'popularist' out here she was not necessarily great for the country but nor was the military coup that followed. But I am neither a historian or a politician so I cannot really comment.
My weary feet strolled me into London city. Yes that was the name of the cafe colonial and nect door were some good door knockers to boot! As usual it always feels like they have forgotten my order but when it arrives they are instantly forgiven.
Further wandering through the town continues to amaze me with the architecture here. The large streets in their time would have lead to making many of these places feel quite commanding, decadent, overwhelming or just plain impressive as would the less traffic and slower mode. You almost can't step back far enough from some of the places to truly admire because there is a flag pole or a now motorway of traffic.
As I wander home I aim to cruise around the area near my Hostel, the soho of Buenos Aires and get side tracked by a completely different type of culture.
Yes you may cringe, but I bloody love it. Escapism, sci-fi, marvel, animations, damn it super heroes should exist ........
Oh wait here's wonderwoman
With a cocktail that was the size of my head. I am beginning to think I need a bigger head, and a snack off the menu that was so big it became my dinner.
I was pretty happy and then even more amused to find this sign a bit later, on the outside fof a bar, suggesting if you are a leprechaun (or Irish I think is where they are going) you got a free beer, where are you Leslie when I need you.......F50 what???
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