Collectively we've been in Buenos aires for a few days now. I came early under the pretence of learning (some) Spanish and planning our trip down South to the start point of el chalten in Southern Argentina. Both only moderately sorted, the trip has thus far been littered with gaffs:
Within 36hrs of arrival I managed to lose phone, mildly damage my bike and leave a pannier bag in London heathrow (Thanks to American Airlines). However, the classic mix of Spanish school and Buenos aires would never fail to improve someone's mood. Between Malbec, beef and learning Spanish phrases such as, "yo sigo en la sombra de eso mujer", things were looking up.
My bag and Dave arrived and I thought that this might actually happen, we might get started. A couple of days absorbing the European / South American melting pot of BA and we attacked the bus station with vigor. At each sellers desk improving our Bike specific vocab and feeling slightly more confident that our bikes might make it. A bus swept past and stopped next to us, we explored their luggage compartments and were concerned. A Drs consultation took place and we decided to try a flight.
There we were sat, finally ready to book a flight and get going. Dave returned from the toilet with a concerned expression and said "My tooth hurts and it doesn't look right". I concurred. The bottom fell out of our boat and Thursday became another bad day. After scurrying around BA with broken Spanish, some x rays, concerned faces and "necrosis pulps", our argentine dentists Dr Boorman and Dr Manterola decided a bit of drilling/filing/packing was fairly urgently required. Dave's face was a picture of impending doom. Seeing this Dr Boorman shot some local anaesthetic in his gums and pulled up his favourite YouTube comedy 'Air Afrikaans' - an anxiolytic patient tactic we will be borrowing for the NHS. An hour later he was patched up, on antibiotics and muttering about dental anatomy - a definitive root canal awaits at some point...
So here we sit. Waiting for some good news from home about our next options, bikes growling like grumpy dogs waiting for a walk and our legs softening.
"Fear is only as deep as the mind allows." Optimism shall prevail.
http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=VuLL8g8ena0
Kyle/Dave
Ps translation is "I follow in the shadow of that women."
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