We (Troy) text Ándres who calls the bus driver who finds the glasses but he is out of town most of the day and will need to give the glasses to someone. Ándres will keep us updated.
We divided and conquered a little bit. 🎩, Mary and Sadie did a Buenos Aires highlight tour which hit several of our spots from yesterday.
🎩, Mary and Sadie did get in a tango
The rest of the team signed up for a food and bike tour of Buenos Aries. 14 brave souls took Fast and Furious cabs to BA Bikes for our tour. During the cab ride we crossed over the shoulder, drove on both shoulders, ignored the lane lines and turned right out of a left hand turn lane.
Our guide at BA bikes was Frederico, Frede for short. A super interesting dude who took 2 years off to hike around Argentina, Peru, Bolivia and Brazil.
Out in front of BA bikes. Enjoying the peace and quiet. I was also enjoying to smell of delicious sweet breads baking just down the street. Everyone else under 21 was enjoying the sweet free WiFi at BA bikes.
14 Green Hornets ready to go. Little do they know the leader has at least 1 broken wrist from riding in the past.
Out first stop was this market and city park.
TB, LB and the Butner girls in front of Boca Junior stadium
Lance, Maddie, Lily and Casey in front of Boca Junior stadium
These guys in front of Boca Junior stadium. Boca’s arch rivals colors are red and white
So they asked Coca Cola to change their color if they wanted to have an agreement with the stadium.
Next stop was the Caminito district with it colorful houses. The paint historically came from left over paint from the harbor so the people who live here used what ever color was available. It is also suppose to be the birthplace of tango. Here immigrants from many countries shared their food and their music and from the music arose the tango.
These walls are colorful
From the cut out hole by the lamppost we received these amazing chicken and beef empanadas. They were amazing. Yes that window is like 8 feet of the ground and you have to climb the lamppost to pay and receive your empanadas.
Girls posing for a shot.
It is a colorful street
Grace need some high quality H2O
The bosses looking down from the balcony. Neither would sing “Don’t cry for me Argentina “
Grace, Abby and Casey
After Caminito we rode to get tradition Argentinian sandwiches. Grilled sausage on grilled bread. They were pretty good. Pretty sure I had a little bit of hoof in mine. Lance was in charge of the beers. He exceeded expectations. Luckily they only delivered 2 of the 4 we ordered.
Now that is a beer.
After beer we road to the Plaza de Mayo. It was a beautiful day but at 2PM it is difficult to get a great picture cause the sun was in their eyes. Also, where are my glasses?
Lance, Maddie, Casey and Lily.
Lily is the the only one in our group likely to survive on her own. She knows the history of Argentina pretty well and she was rocking some conversational Spanish
Plaza de Mayo and Casado Rosa
After the Plaza we took the back streets of Argentina past many beautiful old building and on some cobblestone streets. On one tight corner Casey when down like Lance Armstrong in the 98 tour. Luckily she did not bring down the rest of the Peleton. She also popped up and said something like “that was weird” hopped on her bike and was gone.
Girls on bikes. We have just passed to the far side of 9 de Julio Avenue. It is one of the widest streets in the world. Luckily it was not super busy on Sunday so this bike crew could ride in comfort.
One of the government buildings, Ministry of Health, on 9 Julio has a giants sculpture of Evita Perron on it.
Bike crew #1
Bike crew #2
Now for the glasses, Ándres had a guy who knew a guy who got them and meet a guide who works with him at La Boca Junior stadium. When that guide was done with the tour, She would put my glasses in a cab and it would come to the port authority where Ándres was waiting to transfer the glasses to me.
This is Ándres the man, the myth, the legend.
I finally got to the port authority from the bike shop. Our cab driver spoke no English. For awhile I thought he might be taking us to the airport. I am pretty sure he was trying to tell me that he was shot in the leg by a guy on a motorcycle. He also liked Chevy more then Ford.
Once at the port everyone headed to the boat except for me and Ándres. We waited for the glasses. Last call for the ship was about 5-10 min away when this cab pulled up with no one in it. I walked up and the driver handed me a pair of glasses. Ándres and I hugged each other. We now have a deep, personal bond involving glasses and my ability to make small talk.
Back on the boat we mustered. Which is where we learned how not to die if there was an emergency at sea.
Some were not as focused on our survival as others.
After mustering it was dinner and bed. On to Uruguay tomorrow, who knows what adventures await.
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