One delicious year of adventures: Deadly......Buenos Aires Cemetery!

12th Of March

Let the weekend begin. It's friday and we have a busy schedule to adhere to. Today is a must visit to the Recolleta area, there we are going to visit the cemetery which houses some of the most important names in Argentinian history. We get on the No. 17 bus and head straight there. A leisurely 15 mins bus ride through the Bs As streets. Arrival there we realise that our stomachs need to be filled, and we go on a quest to find

Itamae sushi. We are suceessful and have a fantastic sushi lunch.

Angela and her favourite MakiSlim & Angelrolls

Onward we go to the cemetery. At the entrance we are met by a woman selling programmes all for the good of the cemetery restoration, however she has the most funniest, posh English queens accent imaginable. Angela walks away holding her laughter so as not to be rude, I purchas the pogramme so as to get away without breaking into a giggle. Inside we stroll around this small, morbid place. The monuments are impressive to say the least and all the coffins are still housed inside making it to be a very eerie walk. We are obviously on a mission to find "Evita's" grave, as are all the rest of the people. When we come to it, it is not as everyone hopes or thinks that it would be the biggest, the best, the most worthwhile grave but in fact its a modest one. We snap away fighting off the crowds of people down this narrow walkway. We are content, job done.

One of the graves.

Father Fahy, our Irish brother!

Alley of the dead.

Another grave with the beautiful statue that is

being eaten by the green bush
oh...just saw that she is bloody breastfeeding...ah well!

Rushing back to the hostel, we need to get to our Tango lesson at 7 pm. Dutch courage comes in the form of a glass of wine. We get started. Our teacher is Luciana, she speaks good English and we begin with the simplest steps. She explains the moves and how we should feel the music. We try and dance in the middle of the hostel, everyone walking in and watching us as we try not to step on each others feet. It is an exciting one hour, by the end of it we are professionals (no, just kidding), but it is a worthwhile experience. She was a good teacher and we can definitely slow dance without fear now plus we made some new friends too (bonus).

We're trying to dace tango here.

We;;, trying to learn the steps anyway!

David and the tango teacher, Luciana

Everybody are in good spirits so the bottle of wine turns into two and so on. We have a great time chatting to new people and even learning some Portugese through our new found friend Luis. Hopefully we can meet him in Rio and see the local side of Brasil. Otherwise off to bed, and tomorrow brings another challenge in our lives.