Anybody of you probably would be bored being with us all these days here at Tigre, waiting desperately for the Grimaldi vessel that will take us to the other side of the Atlantic. We enjoy it! We walk, we surf on the net, watch TV, cook and talk to much, mainly with a philosophical aproach.

This morning we decided to go to Buenos Aires as the weather got much better. We took the train - which costs only 1,5 pesos (0,3 euros) for 35 km. - and we arrived to the Retiro train station. From there we walked all the way to La Boca, crossing practically all Buenos Aires. We walked all the Reconquista pedestrian road, arrived to the Plaza 25 de Mayo, then we walked from the little Defensa street to San Telmo and from there to La Boca.

We visited the Bombonera, the iconic yellow-blue stadium of Boca Juniors, the most glorious football team in latin America. In daily basis the stadium attracts loads of tourist - mainly from Brazil - and includes an interesting museum and a merchandising shop. This is a high capacity, old style stadium just for football, sqeezed in one of the poorest neighborhoods of Buenos Aires. It can host 61.000 fans and this was the place where Maradona started his career. His bronze statue domimated the museum entrance.

From the stadium we walked to the Caminito, the most touristic part of La Boca. Two roads are converted in an outdoor stage of tango performances. Its busy and touristic but nice to spend 1-2 hours. You can have your wine watching some good tango or having an essential lesson. Several shops, painters, photographers and weird characters make the place a "must see" in Buenos Aires.

Further to the port, we were stopped by two policemen. We wanted to go by foot back to Puerto Madero - passing from the old port - but we were advised not to do so as the "place is dangerous with people with guns". We disobeyed - something that made Vula get thrilled. Whenever somebody advises me so its as if he says to me "go there!" 

We walked for a kilometer or so next to a shanty little town, built under the huge highway bridge. We didn't have any problems but the place was really dodgy. Most interesting was the reaction from the policemen: "we advised you, you are on your own".

As it was getting dark, we turned back and took the popular bus No152 which took us back to the station, through the traffic jammed centre. It was the time that offices downtown were closing so everybody takes a train or a "subte" (the metro) to go back home.

We were happy to be back in our hostel at Tigre after a long long walk downtown. We would actually prefer to live at Tigre, if we would ever decide to live in Argentina... We think about it more and more as the vessel to Dakar is delayed..._A.Temperidis