Argentina’s capital didn’t impress me to the extent I’d been expecting. In retrospect we’d allowed ourselves a little too much time there – eight days – as so many people had sung its praises before our trip. Expectations were sky-high, then, and with us arriving on a high from Rio and Iguazu Falls, the sprawling, congested metropolis of BA couldn’t quite compete.
I hope this doesn’t come across as a moan, though – our stay here definitely had its moments. We tucked into the tastiest empanadas we ate all trip, wandered through the fading prestige of La Recoleta cemetery, and soaked in the vivid colours of La Boca. Factor in some fine steaks and Malbecs and we had a fine time, all told. Perhaps it was simply because, despite trying to live in the moment, I was itching to start exploring the wilds of Patagonia.
More shots in my Flickr set.