Before we came to Buenos Aires, we were warned to exercise caution as petty crimes, thefts, robberies, and kidnappings were notorious in the city. Seeing cameras hanging around our necks, at least 5 taxi drivers told us to be careful and suggested that we put the cameras away in our bags for our own safety. Because of this, I was tense the first 2 days as I didn't dare to take pictures with my camera while walking about the city. It kinda dampen my spirit a bit. We spoke with visitors from Rio de Janeiro and they told us the difference between the crimes in Rio and Buenos Aires was that guns were usually involved in Rio while knives were the weapon of choice in Buenos Aires. As if this explanation would put our minds at ease.
But, I must say Buenos Aires is a friendly city. Anytime we ask for directions and we speak hardly any Spanish, the locals were very willing to show us how to go about our ways, in Spanish of course. I find that English is spoken less frequently here in Buenos Aires compared to say, Ushuaia in the south. We were in Barrio Chino (Chinatown) one night and asked a guy where the public restroom was. The guy led us to his apartment and insisted that we use his bathroom instead. I was touched by the hospitality.
Excellent squid ink pasta at La Parrochia- one of many Puerto Madero restaurants. Huge portions and serves excellent burrata with prosciutto.
Got to try the mate at least once. To drink this, we were told to fill the cup with mate leaves and pour hot water to the brim, add sugar and sip thru the silver straw. However for a first timer, it was so bitter that I probably dropped 2 tablespoonfuls of sugar in it just to make it a little more drinkable. I think it's an acquired taste.
Grilled kidneys, innards and intestines at Steaks by Luis. It was pouring hard the night we were supposed to be there. All the taxis that were abundant during the day was gone during the heavy downpour. Walked ten minutes away from our hotel to a busy street corner and stood in the rain for half an hour before we could get a taxi. So glad we came. What a private dining experience. Best steak we had in Argentina paired with great wine, acquaintances and a gracious host. Steak was juicy, tender and cooked to a prefect medium rare.
Lunch at La Boca- choripan, a simple sausage on crusty bread, great with chimichurri sauce.
Evita Peron's tomb at Recoleta Cemetery. The cemetery was packed with tourists and local school children the day that we visited. However, it still felt creepy to me even though some of the tombs were luxuriously built with marbles and beautifully crafted, especially those with affluent family names.