Buenos Aires 2016. Coming From Montevideo, Going Onto Asuncion

Buenos Aires at last - I reach  my hotel at eight. It seems there is a general transport strike, in protest at the government's response (or lack of it) to proposed tax cuts. Aerolineas Argentinas isn't operating today. They don't pass on this useful piece of information until I am in the taxi on the way to the airport, so I hitch a ride on the first leg of an Air France flight to Paris from Montevideo. I'm lucky. Some poor souls camped out in the baggage hall, when I arrive, have been waiting five hours for their luggage, as the handlers are on strike too.

Lags and Larceny

Larceny features large now. Wikipedia tells me that Buenos Aires is generally one of the safest cities to visit in South America, safer than Los Angeles and Brussels. Nevertheless, the guide who meets me spends a great deal of time warning me about petty thieves, pickpockets and the necessity for not looking flashy when I go out. He obviously hasn't had a good look at me. And  I've already been robbed in Uruguay.

Fifteen Miles Round Buenos Aires

Anyway, I go wandering in Buenos Aires. My hotel is in leafy Palermo but a guy still stops me and tells me to hide my camera. Nobody here seems to have read Wikipedia. Buenos Aires is known as Bs.As. Or just BA (as Evita said). It's the most visited city in South America, known for its vibrant multi cultural heritage and European style buildings.

I walk for fifteen miles ending hot and sore (it's 30 degrees) with blisters. I knew I was in for a long tramp, as it's a huge city. The population is three million, but it's 13 million if you count the whole of the Buenos Aires conurbation. My map doesn't help, as not everything is marked in the right place. And, for some reason, many of the parks and plazas only have one entrance so you can't just saunter through. You walk for several hundred yards before discovering that there is no other exit - salida unico. Someone has a wicked sense of humour.

I've marked out a route right across town. It meanders, as there is a lot to see. The Botanical Garden and the Rose Garden, the museums and churches, the ritzy shops, the majestic squares, the verdant parks, the giant obelisk, the opera house and the elegant cafes. Like Montevideo, BA is on the River Plate estuary. There are just a few glimpses of the water, as I wander.

The gardens are formally laid out, with red earth paths, and decorated with white sculptures and pergolas. The Rose Garden is particularly fragrant and at its best, with a great sea of blooms. There are statues of famous poets, a lake with a quaint bridge and over 1,000 different species of rose.

La Boca

La Boca is possibly the most well known barrio or tourist area in Buenos Aires. It's vibrant and colourful and tango artists perform on the pedestrian street, the Caminito. It's actually only a very small area of the city and is surrounded by relatively poor housing. But the locals have made the most of what they have, with street murals, market stalls and tavernas. Most of the restaurants are, somewhat surprisingly, Italian, but the original settlers of La Boca were Genoese.

Avenida del Mayo

My final destination is the Avenida del Mayo, for nationally important buildings and the Casa Rosado (Pink Palace) especially - it's the seat of government. I saw it last time I was here, but my photo was poor and I'm determined to do better. Someone has other ideas. The palace is surrounded by barricades and hordes of excited policeman in and out of cars. I skirt round to the plaza on the opposite side. Here the barricades are decorated with pictures and slogans. At least that's something to take a photo of.

And half an hour later (I've been indulging in the delicious ice cream - if it's not beef, it's dulce de leche flavour here), a protest march proceeds down the street. There is drumming, a mass of red T shirts and huge Che Guevara banners. Presumably, the strike, the parade, the police presence and the barricades are all linked. It's an interesting spectacle to take in before I wend my way home, past the United Nations lotus sculptures and the Cafe Biela. This is a traditional spot for watching the world go by. And they do a very strong caipirinha.


My last morning in Buenos Aires. Just enough time to wander the streets of Palermo. Palermo is the modern, in vogue, area of the city, where anyone who is anyone lives and hangs out. There's Palermo Hollywood and Palermo Soho, both named after their American counterparts. Unofficially named Soho, after the 'village' in New York. This, as you would expect, is the hipster area of the city. Very colourful, very trendy. Converted warehouses, repurposed colonial houses. Full of boutiques, cafes, nightclubs and little farmers' markets.

Evita Museum

I'm after the Evita Museum - the story just told like it is in the musical, mainly through photographs. María Eva Duarte or 'Evita' rose from an impoverished back ground, to marry the Juan Perón, in 1944. He became president in 1946. She was seen as great philanthropist and supporter of the working people and was aiming to become vice-president. But she succumbed to Cancer at the age of 33.. (He remained president until he died in 1974).

Buenos Aires Airport

The airport is not the best organised I've ever been to. For most of the time I'm queuing there is only one check-in clerk operating eight desks. Just as I get to the front six more saunter back from lunch. In the departure lounge they operate the loudest tannoy announcements ever. No one is going to miss their flight by falling asleep, that's for sure. On to Asuncion.

(Read more about Argentina here.)

Argentina - A Very Brief History

  • Argentina rose, as a country, as the successor state of the Spanish colonial Viceroyalty of the Río de la Plata, founded in 1776.
  • The declaration and fight for independence (1810–1818) was followed by an extended civil war that lasted until 1861.
  • After that, waves of immigration from Spain and Italy, especially Italy. led to peace and prosperity.
  • By the early twentieth century. Argentina was the seventh-wealthiest nation in the world, ahead of the USA.
  • Political instability followed The Great Depression in the 1930s,
  • Following the death of President Juan Perón in 1974, his widow and vice president, Isabel Perón, ascended to the presidency, before being overthrown in 1976.
  • A military junta, which took over after Juan and Isabel Peron, in the 1970s, persecuted and murdered thousands of political critics, activists, and leftists. (It was supported by the United States).

Facts and Factoids

  • Today, Argentina is a middle power nation, with the second largest economy in South America (behind Brazil).
  • Argentina is bigger than you might expect - it's the eighth largest country in the world.
  • A country of contrasts, it features the highest point in South America, Mount Aconcagua, and the lowest, Laguna del Carbón (a salt lake), at 105 metres below sea level. Aconcagua Mountain in the Andes (6,961 metres) is actually the highest mountain in the Americas, the highest mountain in the southern hemisphere and the highest mountain in the western hemisphere. Laguna del Carbón is also the lowest point in the western and southern hemispheres.
  • Argentina means silver - Latin argentum (silver). The land was rich in silver and the native communities of the Río de la Plata welcomed their future Spanish masters with silver gifts.
  • This is where tango began, in Buenos Aires, in the 1880s.
  • The national drink is yerba mate. It's very bitter.
  • The national sport is said to be pata, a cross between polo and basketball. But it isn't really. It's football.

Some Awful Jokes from Argentina

The Argentinians are not like the Chileans. As the Chileans say:

“How does an Argentine commit suicide?”

“He jumps off his ego.”

The weather is  colder now and whenever anyone remarks “It’s chilly”, we chorus: “No, it’s not, it’s Argentina”.

What to See in Argentina?

Iguassu Falls ( I hopped over the border on my Brazil visit) is the number one attraction, closely followed by vibrant and sprawling Bueno Aires. The Paris of America.

But I love Patagonia, in the south: the mountains and the glaciers, at Perito Moreno and bleak Tiera del Fuego.

El Calafate

In Patagonia, from Chile, with my tour group, over the border to Argentina and El Calafate, the gateway to Los Glaciares National Park. The city is named after a little bush, with yellow flowers and dark blue berries that is very common in Patagonia.

Patagonia, Argentina

Patagonia refers to the geographical region that encompasses the southern end of South America, so it covers the bottom end of both Argentina and Chile, below the Colorado and Barrancas rivers. And also, sometimes. the archipelago of Tierra del Fuego. Patagonia comprises the southern section of the Andes Mountains, lakes, fjords, and glaciers in the west and deserts, tablelands and steppes to the east. It is bounded by the Pacific Ocean on the west, the Atlantic Ocean to the east, and many bodies of water that connect them, such as the Strait of Magellan, the Beagle Channel, and the Drake Passage

Surprisingly Patagonia is named after from the word patagón (big feet), as Magellan decided that the local tribes were giants, when he arrived. in 1520. When the Spanish came, Patagonia was inhabited by multiple indigenous tribes. both (minority) agricultural and hunter-gatherers In colonial times, some of these indigenous peoples adopted the colonial horseriding lifestyle.

Once independent, Chile and Argentina completely reversed the Spanish protectionist policy and encouraged settlement, over the course of the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. Thousands of Europeans (German, Croat, Italian, English, Scot, and Welsh) settled in Patagonia, whilst Argentines and Chileans came south. The indigenous populations, however, went into decline, their lives and habitats disrupted.

Today, eastern Patagonia thrives on sheep farming and oil and gas extraction, whilst in western Patagonia fishing, fish farming and tourism are the backbone of the economy.

Patagonia is possibly the most stunning place I have ever been - Perito Moreno and Los Glaciares in the spring - wow!

Perito Moreno Glacier

The colossal Perito Moreno glacier is nearly 300 feet high, 19 miles long and three miles wide, at its terminus on Lake Argentino. A land area the size of Buenos Aires and a mass of blue peaks, like giant frozen penguins marching into the sea. (There are more real penguins, too). This is one of 48 glaciers fed by the Southern Patagonian Ice Field, the world's third largest reserve of fresh water. And it's one of the few glaciers in the world that is not receding, as its mass is continuously replenished. No-one is quite sure how.

We watch the glacier calving icebergs into the iridescent lake. They fall with a giant roar, creating mini tsunamis and an explosion of ice, before floating off.

Steak In Argentina

We venture out to sample the renowned Argentine steaks, but our food arrives overcooked.  Duncan, the guide complains and they eventually bring another round, so we end up devouring two meals. I haven’t felt hungry since.

Mount Fitzroy

The expedition is becoming a little sedate and we don't seem to have much planned while we are in Calafate. Duncan has foolishly told me that, in his opinion,  Mount Fitzroy is the most impressive sight in South America, but it isn’t on our itinerary. So  I decide to see it anyway, sign off the tour for two days  and take a four hour bus ride to the village of El Chalten, the capital  of Patagonian trekking. I end up in the middle of nowhere, at midnight, with a map I can't read, and I have virtually no Spanish.  I'm rescued by a lanky drunk musician, toting a guitar home after his gig.

My walk is great. I get a taxi to the end of the trail and work my way backwards to the start. It's easier for transport to return to Calafate, I'm told. Duncan warned me it would be busy: 'You'll have loads of company', but he is wrong. I wend my solitary way for two hours accompanied only by a large, noisy, persistent horsefly, who will not depart despite my constant entreaties. He keeps reappearing, not satisfied until he has stung me hard.  Perhaps, like the locals, he doesn't understand English.

Fitzroy, a wall of stone, is carved out of the sky,  like the Last Lonely Mountain  in The Hobbit.  It is a beautiful, beautiful day. Parrots peek out of holes, gunacos leap and hares lollop. When I finally get back, I scan the park noticeboard. 'A steepy (sic) trail', it warns. 'To prevent bad encounters with pumas do not walk alone.'

The Uttermost Part of the Earth

From Calafate to  Tierra del Fuego and its national park. I well remember learning about this archipelago at school - such an evocative name. Land of Fire. No fire today. Not volcanoes then, but bonfires built by the local peoples. The archipelago consists of the main island, Isla Grande de Tierra del Fuego and a group of many islands, including Cape Horn and Diego Ramírez Islands. Tierra del Fuego is divided between Chile and Argentina, with Chile controlling the eastern half of the main island and Argentina the western half, plus the islands south of Beagle Channel.

Men reached these southern extremities in approximately 8,000 BC. Lucas Bridges, the son of a Missionary, and one of the first Europeans to settle in Tierra del Fuego poignantly referred to this land as The Uttermost Part of the Earth', in his 1948 book of that name. He wrote about his youth among the coastal Yaghans in Tierra del Fuego and his adult initiation into the Ona tribe, Their culture is now virtually extinct. However, we can visit the replica huts in the grounds of the Estancia Harberton, the family home. built by Lucas's missionary father, Thomas. in 1886. The estancia was named for the Devon home of his wife. Tourism keeps the ranch afloat today.

Ushuaia, The End of the World

 On to Ushuaia, arguably southern most town on earth (the Chileans don't agree, but it all depends what you call a town), capital of Tierra del Fuego and gateway to the Falklands and Antarctica. We're 680 miles away from that continent. It's a windswept place, perched on a steep hill and surrounded by the Martial Mountains.

The thing to do here is another boat trip (catamaran) on the Beagle Channel, in the Tierra del Fuego National Park. The post office in Ensenada Bay is where we find the Unida Postal fin Del Mundo (End of the World Post Office). And you can have your passport stamped if you want and you have remembered to bring it. Then it's on to several islands in the channel, including Isla de los Pajaros (Bird Island) and Isla de los Lobos (Sea Lion Island). There are plenty of those. Mores stunning mountain views and (of course) the Faro del Fin del Mundo Les Eclaireures (the Lighthouse at the End of the World).

It's very strange to think I'm poised at the bottom of the globe. The weather is a little fresh, but not too uncomfortable. Zodiacs again on the (windy) Beagle Channel, probably the most famous of the three navigable passages down here. The channel separates the larger main island of Isla Grande de Tierra del Fuego from various smaller islands and its eastern area forms part of the border between Chile and Argentina.    

Lapataia Bay is famous as being the endpoint of the Pan American Highway. It has emerald forests, silvery lakes fjords, sea birds sea birds and beavers galore. There is a story that the first pairs were imported as Eva Peron liked the fur coats. but the fur wasn't great quality, nobody cares to wear fur today anyway and the beavers got out of hand and devastated the landscape. There's a lot of fallen timber, which may or may not be picturesque. And lonely trees bent over with the prevailing wind that most definitely are. Winding, narrow hillside paths deliver views over the Beagle Channel and the mountains beyond.

Back in Ushaiaa proper there .are maps of the Falklands hanging in the port, though of course  here they are called The Malvinas.  There's another sign in the harbour:

Smile, it really is the end of the world.

Buenos Aires in Shock

I re-organised this part of my tour as I  thought New Year in Buenos Aires, the capital of Argentina would be fun, but in the event it's a quiet and sobering experience. There's a nightclub fire the night we arrive and many people are killed and injured. This is a city in shock and mourning. Much is closed.

On New Year's Eve all the office workers throw last year's files out of the window to make way for the new. The streets are covered in paper. I just hope they have an electronic back up. Then it is a steak dinner and early bed.

On to Los Angeles and then Thailand.

(Read more about Argentina here.)

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