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More post office madness

There were three girls serving today at the Coreo, so a good chance of me not meeting up with jobsworth then. I should have known better. She was locked down with one customer, while the other two were getting through them quite quickly then, when there was only one in front of me, she served him and suddenly became a vision of efficiency. The other two girls disappeared and I was left with her again. This time the problem was that the return address did not match my passport “WHAT!”

I am making a new rule “Never try to post on a Wednesday” that is the day she is there and there really is no point in even trying.

Milonga de Juan was quiet as usual when we arrived, but we both did well for dances. As time went on and new people came we danced with them and so we were kept dancing. Until about seven that is, then it just dried up. It was raining outside so we were in no hurry to leave, we had no coats or umbrella. Then came the sorteo first number out was 415, the guy next to me was pointing to my ticket. Perhaps he thought I did not understand, but I just said “no dieciseis” my number was 416. Close call a free entry next week would have been nice. No one claimed so it was re-drawn and low and behold it was Viv. So now we have that free entry next week anyway.

I did a last dance with Mercedes, Viv was already on here way. After my dance I changed my shoes and again Juan had saved his best tanda for when we leave, Carlos DiSarli. Viv was already out in the toilets changing, cursing as well when I got to her. That’s how it goes sometimes.

Our favourite new café on San Jose and Alsina was all shut up. It is supposed to be open so we went instead to the one on Alsina and Peña the coffee was not as good but I had a nice pastry (can’t answer for Viv ). We stayed until the rain stopped then set off for our colectivo home.

Viv managed to get a seat in the front but I stood. All the way home I got thrown around, far more than is usual. When we got off Viv said that the driver was texting all the way, even putting on emojis. She said he would be sacked at home, I said I think that he would probably go to prison for driving a PSV whilst texting. Here though, anything goes.


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Dia de Mujer

Another day, another demonstration. I often wonder if people here could find some more productive way of spending their time, that said  I have never come across any violence or threats.

Nuevo Chique is reaching new heights all the time. Time was we would leave a milonga when Viv was fed up, too much sitting and not dancing. Now we leave when she has danced so much she can hardly stand. Four hours again of constant dancing, no wonder I am knackered these days. We left at eight not really ready for what was to come.

The street outside was packed even here three blocks from congress. Hipolito Yrigoyen was closed off, so there was no chance of a colectivo. Our way was completely blocked back to Plaza de Mayo so we could not reach the C line subte. Nothing for it but to head across toward Corrientes and the D line. Even here our way was not easy, people everywhere, with cameras, with banners, wearing clothing that protested about something or other. I must say my favourite was the ladies protesting about being allowed to go topless on the beaches. (use your imagination)

When we finally got to Corrientes, we were on Callao. The steps down to the subte were blocked with people. So we had to walk all the way. 4 kilometres is not normally that far for us, but it was hard going after 4 hours dancing. Time for beer I think.

We stopped at El Imaginario, not the best, but we like the courtyard. Outside without having to bear the traffic. The first beer was gone before the food arrived. The second bottle was savoured over our salad and empanadas. Two things I really like about this place; the outside space, and only one block to walk home. This is important after two litres of 6% beer and an exhausting day. I won’t need much rocking tonight.

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Lita Morales

Well, I did not put it in yesterdays blog as I had to do some fact checking, but I had the honour to dance with a lady yesterday, now living in the states. Turns out she is the daughter of Lita Morales. This has to be the highlight of my trip. Moral of the story, never ignore that older lady at the back, she may have some secret that will surprise you.

She told me she travelled with an orquesta as a child, but seemed reluctant to tell me any more. I asked her who her parents were and she seemed suspicious of me asking. But when I extracted who her mother was she seemed surprised I had heard of her. Nice for us both then I suppose.

I danced with her again tonight at Milonga de Juan. The milonga itself was a disappointment today, too few people, although Viv did get some new dances. All in all though it was tough going. Then we had a fire test. Now at home, we have an alarm and everyone knows what is going on, even if you don’t hear the announcement, here they do it different. They had announced it earlier, but then they just stopped the music and put the lights out. Some even thought “corta de luz” it must have taken ten minutes for everyone to realize. By then we would have all been toast.

Well by half six we had , had enough and left. There is a new café on the corner under Casa Galicia called Espacio Café, so we thought we would give it a try. Nice coffee and media lunes only 60$ar. Unfortunately he closes at seven, so it is unlikely to be a regular call for us, even though I told him to stay open on Tuesday and Thursday. The patron was Italian which was good for me as it meant Spanish was a second language for him. We had quite a chat, possibly the best I have had yet.

Any one confused by my Facebook post La Nacional is the building in which Milonga de Juan is held, there is no Facebook page yet for Espacio Café.

Afterwards we walked back to congresso to catch our colectivo. There was a small queue and no sign of a bus. Up at Callao there was an anti abortion  demonstration going on. Looks like no busses tonight. After waiting ten minutes we decided to walk to Corrientes y Callao and catch the subte.

At least they were running and we stepped straight on. One way or another we can always get home here.

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Great night at Chique.

Our last Thursday at Nuevo Chique, but not our last visit, that will be Tuesday. Again the crowd is different, but more sympathetic. Viv only sat out when she wanted a rest and I never got the chance. I tried to sit out Pugliese, as I do, but I got such a hard stare it was impossible to stay seated. So we danced solid for three and a half hours.

By this time we had enough and it was time to leave. Viv had invited Jack for a drink on Tuesday after our last milonga, but he had the date mixed up and had asked his girlfriend to meet us tonight. Viv had her one piece play suit on, impossible to go to the toilet, so it could get interesting.

We retired to the Congreso Plaza and ordered drinks, Jack needed some food as well. Funny how time flies when you have good company. It was nearly ten by the time we left. We had sorted out the world banking, the arms race, and the presidential elections. Having put the world to rights, it was time to seek out our bus.

We walked out to see two 151s and a 90 disappear past congresso. I thought we were in for a long wait, especially as it was now ten o’clock. In the end though we waited only five minutes or so.

Back home by ten fifteen and Viv had managed to hold out, despite a bottle of water a glass of champagne and a litre of beer. A heroic effort.

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Jolly time at Philippe’s

More posting today, I swear that Viv is keeping Coreo Argentino in business on her own. A pity then that they cannot deliver our mail, hey ho.

A few more odds and sods then we were off to Nuevo Chique. Funny how you have a good day followed by a bad one. I had so many missed cabeceos and few missed tandas. Viv was having a bad time as well. We intended staying later today but it was just not happening so we went off for a coffee.

We came out for our colectivo and non were running, not past here anyway, so we walked over to the Gormont. Seems that there was some sort of demonstration going on and the road was closed off here as well. At times like these it helps to know your way around. The Callao subte was only eight blocks away now. Down below and the demonstration was continuing on the platform. As I feared, they have no political patience here and were screaming for Macri to go and Christina to return. The trouble is everyone was now using the subte and it was packed, but we squeezed on and got back safely.

As we turned down Salguero two 151’s passed us, both empty. I had no idea of the route they would have taken, but then looking at the passenger numbers, not many did.

Off to Philippe’s tonight for dinner, so we stopped at the new helederia on Guardia. The frontage is wide open but the counter is like a bank. Solid plate glass with speakers to talk to the customers.

At Philippe’s we could get no answer, it was not as if we were early. Soon though we saw Luba and Philippe walking up the road. “He’s not here” I shouted to Luba. Philippe had put  on a good spread and we managed to polish off the two bottles of Stout, made an impression on the red wine and I am not sure about the white. Meanwhile Luba drank only  water as she was driving.  So we left in quite a jolly mood, good job it is only four blocks away. 550 metres according to Google.

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Dia de mujer

You know how there is never a bus when you want one, then three arrive at once? Well it is the same here with the colectivos. I looked out from my balcony this morning and there were  three number 92’s.  Not that unusual here, but before they had cleared the next set of lights there were another two. Someone who missed that last one was going to have one hell of a wait.

As usual we took the subte down to Uraguay. They have new trains on this line, very clean and air conditioned, but designed by a moron. There are twelve seats in each carriage and no where to hang on to. Yes you can lean on the seat backs and there is a pole between the doors, but it just means everyone has to hang around the doors. Come rush hour and you just cannot get on. Like I said, designed by a moron.

Back to Nuevo Chique today and it is international women’s day. There was going to be a demo and live music and Vivi La Falce was doing the music. Too much messing about for me, but no doubt, we would be gone before it all kicks off. Nice change to have Vivi doing the music though.

Met another of my followers here. It is always nice to meet people who read my stuff although mostly my advice will suit someone a bit older, I help where I can. Had some interesting dances today. I gave Margarita the secret of youth (not for publishing) and got introduced to one of the taxi dancers who regularly attends. Juancarlos was his name, I called him Rey de España. Another lady asked about my recent gardening, wanted to know if I was growing potatoes, on a balcony? I ask you.

As I said we left before all the demos and went for a coffee at Congresso. We came out and saw someone with his hand out at our bus stop.  Good timing there we jumped straight on. it was just as well we did not miss it, we came up Rivadavia in formation with three other 151 colectivos.

We stopped off for some bread at the chino and I could not resist a bottle of San Telmo Malbec. Bread and wine, was something religious going on here?

As it was day of the woman Viv wanted treating as well so I went for some Ice cream. There was a policeman in there having a drink of water. Ken and the policeman were talking way too fast for me, but when I asked them to slow down he asked what part of Brazil I was from. “Not Brazil? what part of Portugal then?” My castillano must be better than I thought, he was quite shocked when I told him I was from Wales.

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Just an illusion?

There is something comforting in eggy bread. A reminder of childhood and days when food was scarce. I suppose that is what it was, only two eggs left so Viv did some magic with them. Still it was a nice change for a lunch time snack.

I had spent the morning servicing the air con and we were all out of things that needed doing, so a bit of comfort food was just the ticket.

As I was showering ready to go out the door intercom buzzed. I answered to hear the ropa lady going on and on. I had a bag of clothes but I was not coming down without clothes on. I tried to tell her to come to the front of the building, I could throw the bag from the balcony. She would not shut up long enough to listen. Some people need to remember we were born with two ears and one mouth and we should use them in that order. I left her ranting and went to get dressed.

Was it an illusion? or were the women outnumbered today at Nuevo Chique? Certainly Viv never missed a tanda and I struggled a few times. It is a happy state of affairs though, if Viv is getting dances I don’t get earache. We stayed later than usual which was a bonus. The start was a bit quiet, but it picked up in stages so that there was always someone new to dance with.

We still don’t have the stamina though, three hours was enough. Time for a coffee before catching our colectivo home.

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