Escape from Buenos Aires
What can I say about Buenos Aires. I don’t think it’s well suited to the super organised, hyper efficient traveller like me. For example:
1. My 3 hour excursion to Pilar to watch polo ended in disaster because the train took so long the match had ended by the time I arrived. (No I didn’t check the timetable)
2. I delayed my bus out of BA so I could go to see the football match between River Plate and Arsenal on Thursday. It was while watching footy in the pub late on Wed evening I noticed the two teams on the TV were wearing the same kits as River and Arsenal. How dare they change the day without telling me?
3. Last Saturday I planned a day of sport, with the national polo championships in the morning, and Argentina vs Bolivia in the afternoon. When I arrived at the polo the kind lady at the box office kindly informed me that the match was actually in the afternoon at the same time as the footy.
Ahhhhh, get me out of here.
There were however a few successes. I did make it to the Argentina vs Bolvia game (organised by someone else of course), finally did get to see a polo match last Sunday, visited Eva Peron’s grave, and had a tour of the governor’s offices. Not bad for 10 days.
A few other nearly interesting statistics about Buenos Aires:
- Electricity: 220 volts AC, 50Hz
- Annual rainfall: 950mm (37 inches)
- Total time I spent there: 10 days, 9 nights
- Earliest time to bed: 1.30 am
- Number of times leaving a club after 7am: 4
- Successful attempts to go sight seeing before midday: 1
1. I blame Ronen and Ruben
Thank goodness I’ve managed to escape to the tranquility of Bariloche in Patagonia, more of which later, but in the mean time comments please on this road sign spotted as the bus left town.
Hasta Luego 
Nice Xxx
I think the spray paint can looks excellent.
Having read about the rest of your antics I was thinking of writing some humorous reply but then realised that unlike you I have plan for tonight that is actually for tonight so instead of replying to your diatribe I am going to go out tonight. Simply put I don’t, unlike you, have time to sit here endlessly going about stuff that no one is really interested in, though some people are probably still reading this. If they aren’t then they will miss the one point I hope to make, unlike whoever you are that is still reading this, you won’t miss a thing. Now I could wait and go out tomorrow but that would be very shamesc and of course there would be no point as everyone else will have been the night before. I am just pleased that I know what I am doing and that I have plans that I can follow in order to achieve what it was I was planning to do, unlike your good self. It has dawned on me that my life is so much easier than yours, and so much more…more…oh! My God it is so much more boring than yours, I know I will go to work on Monday and I know that I will actually be there, as will everyone else that should be there, whereas you will be in some random place that you had no intention of being in but really not giving a damn and by the same token giving so much pleasure to so many. Never in the field of human blunder has so much been owed by so many to just one. Well as I said I really don’t have time for this so I am glad I haven’t got the wherewithal or inclination to waste a lot of time scrawling unending rubbish on your blog. I hope those that kept reading have by now realised that there was no point, is no point and should now extricate themselves from the pointless continuation of reading this garbage, that said of course I am going out and haven’t got time to write it in the first place so I am guessing that you now have to face a very philosophical question – are you really reading this at all? If you are not reading it then did I write it, in which case do I really exi…
Sven, it’s been a while. Quite understandable as you must be incredibly busy with your new, and very successful, role at Man City. Welcome back anyway.
Sorry Sparky, where you saying something, I switched off for a moment.
No.
Ed. I see Chuff finally found your blog.
You must be getting on a bit if you were there 9 nights & only left a club after 7am 4 times.
See you in Clapham on Wednesday.
Ed I am actually writing this reply two days ahead of time. This will give you ample of time to catch up with me in two days time and read this. By that time I would have written something else that would have been about something you had done and mentioned in your blog that you have not done yet.
Ichan in Josie…I am in so much of a quandary, but I really can’t say the obvious, I am itching to(o) but have some cream for it. I’ll leave it for Chuff. Not that Ichan will understand as he hasn’t written anything yet, and won’t ever see this as I am writing it in the past and Ichan, as he is two days ahead, has already read beyond this point.
Sparky I did read this a couple of of days ago, was just to lazy to respond. How is the itch by the way, is it a rash called chuff. Never heard of it : – ) Thank god its Friday today.
I have sometimes thought that Chuff was a little rash.
It’s Friday today! OMG – I should be at work, gotta dash.
Ed, it seems to me you could have almost written the main content of your blog before you went! It must be like bloody groundhog day with you missing things because of your obvious lack of organisational skills! Sorry, but I could have sworn you said you were ‘planning’ a trip before you went? What…did you decide against it??
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You’re obviously been having a fab time and we love your blog (take no notice of sparky, he’s only jealous
However, not long to go before you’re back to old blighty! Sooo how about you try REALLY hard to actually plan the next few days? Ok, maybe plans a bit far fetched…errr…wangle? scam? fluke?
Go on Ed…surprise us all!
Oh and what the hells sparky on? Ok, I’m a COMPLETE saddo and read his ramblings in the hope that he might say SOMETHING sensible or profound even…alas…my leason is learnt!
These days I am mainly appearing on ‘Ed who?’. It’s the only place I can find an audience sad enough to bother reading
LOL…ok, ok, so I’m one of the ‘Ed who’ saddos, but hey, Its just so I can read the latest installment of how incompetent he is at organising anything, so I can feel really smug about how fab I am! Isn’t that why we’re all here??
I sort of concur. Although having a chortle at Ed’s bumbling incompetence is definitely worth wasting a reasonable proportion of your life on, there are greater questions to answer. Like; Who is Sven, the ‘Ed who’ anonymous donor? Whose predilection for the unsavoury is unrivalled, but whose contributions are much too few and far between.
Oops sorry Nicky: Just realised I shouldn’t be talking to you after your joyous claims regarding different decades.
I’d hate to be accused of grooming on the web so please disregard anything I have said. Hmmm, I’m not so sure that amongst all my rambling I actually said anything. Still rather be safe than sorry. Sorry.
Sparky, after reading the latest posts, it was with a sense of disbelief that I realised my taxes are paying for internet access in psychiatric hospitals these days. I mean it’s one thing to give these people food, but it’s another to let them ramble on and on and on, disrupting us ‘normal’ people and their daily use of the world wide web. This blog is meant to be about Ed and his exciting travels – it’s not meant for others to have private conversations or meaningless chats about nothing in particular.
Still, I’ve never met Nicky so I shouldn’t jump to conclusions
Darlin Sparky (and Edxx don be jealous darlin) you know I can`t resist you lovly invitation. Sparky naught boy you are a tease! Anonymous? You know I`m Ed`s bit of spicy pickle .you might taste me unsavoury but I think more… how say it? ..somethin like…acqueered taste. Like nice meaty Bratwurst or pepper salami instead of borin fish and chip every day- as my lovly friend Hughy Jardonne say “don knock it til you tryd it”
Hey Ed, Who is this Sven person? I thought I was your favourite dip?
Sven, a bit of pineapple juice might help the unsavoryness
I think Ed’s with one of the chaps in first photo above, so I would not bother lads ( and lady).
Yes, Ed is the one in the last photo, picking up his suitcase!
Finally a comment on the photo. Thanks Sparky. Did the rest of you not read the instructions. You know when you see a photo of lots of famous people, and next to it is a black and white matching silhouette describing who everyone is. Well to clear things up, the two photos above follow the same pattern. Ruben is the suitcase. Ronen (the barbed airian) on the far left, and I seem to be on the way to being spit roasted in the middle somewhere.
Hmmmm roasted. Now I am interested, will there be potatos and vegetables too? And what is for desert?
I love a good spit roast, can’t wait to tuck in.
ps. Ed – I think you will find that line 1 of response 2 covered the ‘comments on the photo’ instruction. PAY ATTENTION!
Thanks for making the effort tonight and turning up for the Fares Reunion Drinks…Oh no! Hang on – another event you missed you lazy arsed unsociable git!
Dear Hounslow. Why do you moon under water? Do you do this because you are generally disappointed with life?
Sparky…realllly sorry, but already been on to Ester at Childline and she’s on the case, so watch it buster, you’ve been busted! See you in court! I’ll be giving evidence via video link obviously! Wouldn’t be done for one sooo young to be glared at and intimidated by someone from an entire different decade!
Oh and Mikey..meaningless chats? How very dare you!
Nicky, didn’t know you where old enough to spell bog words like ‘intimidated’.