After several days of hording coins for the bus I had finally accumulated enough to take one today. Rather than go through the effort of figuring out which bus to take to a specific destination, I decided to let the bus be the destination. I went to the bus stop and hopped on the first bus that passed. To be honest I was being a little over-dramatic in my expectations for the bus ride. From the street the run down buses appear to be driven by wannabe car rally drivers. In reality the buses were clean, logical, and remarkably like riding the bus in Vancouver. The bus took me to La Boca and I decided to go to the Museo Bocanesque about the soccer team Boca Juniors. Included in the entry fee was a stadium tour. As I was the only Anglophone in the group I had a private tour with an English speaking guide while 30 people followed around the Spanish Guide. The stadium looked quite different from the Racings stadium and is too small for its fanbase but unable to expand because the houses of the neighbourhood come within 10 ft of the stadium. My guide explained that one reason that Boca is such a dominant team is that their soccer pitch is much smaller than a regulation soccer pitch and as a result many teams have difficulty adjusting when they play there.
After my tour I was feeling a bit peckish. I decided it was finally time for me to try some of the famed Argentine beef. I went into a restaurant and in halting Spanish order a Bife de Chorizo and a Coke (or as we say in Argentina Coca Coca). A piece of meat the length and breadth of my forearm arrived at my table accompanied by fries. The meat was perfect and tender. The whole meal including a generous tip cost 6$ Canadian which makes me wonder why (other than the health of my arteries) I haven´t been eating steak for dinner every night.
After my tour I was feeling a bit peckish. I decided it was finally time for me to try some of the famed Argentine beef. I went into a restaurant and in halting Spanish order a Bife de Chorizo and a Coke (or as we say in Argentina Coca Coca). A piece of meat the length and breadth of my forearm arrived at my table accompanied by fries. The meat was perfect and tender. The whole meal including a generous tip cost 6$ Canadian which makes me wonder why (other than the health of my arteries) I haven´t been eating steak for dinner every night.
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