Tigre

Here's some pictures that should have been with the last post but weren't for some reason.
Cool mural I walk by everyday to school, love the pandas.
A crazy statue depicting Prometheus(s), i think, and some of the BC group plus our adopted frenchie Max.
The outdoor market and church in the background where the Argentinians repulsed invading English in like 1805, there's still cannonballs in it.
An old ornate cathedral and the wackest Chinese New year. (An embarrassment to your people Kevin and Warren.

Assorted crap.
Another mural, not really sure what this is trying to accomplish but it is interesting.

This past saturday night we went to a rooftop barbecue which was a lot of fun. We got to eat all the steak we wanted for 10 pesos ($2.50) and met some other foreigners. After that I went to meet up with some BC kids who were visiting from Chile which was pretty cool, I randomly met Jackie, a good friend from BC in an art museum...It was definitely a wtf moment. After a couple drinks we headed to a rugby club that was throwing a huge party. Trying to get in was one of the craziest moments of my life. There were 50 people all shoving and elbowing trying to get to the gate which was about 5 feet wide. At the entrance there were 3 people pushing everyone else back into each other. It was like a mosh pit with no music and intermittent fights breaking out. After pushing drunk Argentinians out of the way for 20 minutes I finally made it to the front and was let in. You may be asking yourself why I would go through this to get in anywhere, but the place was huge, all my friends were already in, it was 5 blocks from my house, the drinks were cheap, and there were hundreds of Argentinian girls who were enthralled with the tall Americans. Unfortunately, they were all about 16 which would have been great for my little brother, but not so much for us. It was still fun and enlightening to talk to them though.

We stayed there entirely too late especially since we had to meet up at 10 to catch the train to Tigre. I of course missed my alarm and was woken up at 10:20 by the director calling me. I jumped outta bed and luckily made it, which is more than I can say for Brenny the mariposa. The ride was one of the longest hours of my life as I wasn't feeling so fine and the train was really loud. There was also a man who was horribly amplifying the noise by banging on some drums to the same rhythm (something like tap-taptaptap-tap) over and over. It was not what I was trying to hear on a sunday morning after 3 hours of sleep. Tigre is a town about an hour up the river from Buenos Aires that is essentially a residential Venice. The main town is on land, but a lot of houses and many restaurants are only accessible by boat. This was one of the most peaceful places I've ever been as everyone and everything seemed to flow at the pace of the meandering river. There were tons of little canoes and kayaks around, which we didn't get to take, and lots of reserved houses on the bank flanked by overhanging trees.
The cafe colored water and some canoes.
Old buildings on the water.
Our water taxi at dock.
Some residential "streets" in Tigre.
The restaurant where we lunched, it has its own dock like every other building by the river.
I wanna live there.
House on stilts.

All of us were quite hungover/still drunk/sleep deprived, but still in good spirits. All in all we were happily delirious and lunch represented this well as it was full of laughter and mishaps. After lunch we took a water taxi back to town and wandered around another outdoor market that was selling all sorts of things. I bought another poster, this time an old map of Africa, and all the girls got prettttty jewelry for super cheap, like 2 dollars. It was a great day and the train ride back to BsAs was much more enjoyable than the first one. That night Dave, Dan, and I watched USA beat up on canada in hockey which was very entertaining and the first olympic action I witnessed here in the Southern Hemisphere. The bar we went to was called The Alamo and was thoroughly American. The place was packed with Americans and Canadians, and our waitress spoke english but not spanish, a refreshing reversal. We ordered hot wings, nachos, pepperoni pizzas and a beer the size of a bucket that took us a long time to finish. It was a very American night, and we all enjoyed the sh** out of it.