Viv sent me out for my usual shopping expedition. Household stuff nothing exciting, but I did have some trouble finding washing up liquid. Seems you can wash your floors a thousand ways but your dishes only two. I gave up on her bananas, the usual guy was not there, but his misses (I presume was) She blocked the entrance with her backside and there was no way past. Meanwhile the child on the floor was sucking on a grape and dribbling all over the floor. I could not get her attention so I went around the corner.
Fixed the fridge though. My favourite ferreteria had a lamp, the envelope was a little larger but for £1 it was worth trying. Anyway it fits and at least Viv is happy.
Got a call from Isabel, she was at DNI so we said we would escort her to the milonga. She was a little worried she would get no dances, but I told her ” You are young, good-looking and foreign, you will get dances” And for the first hour or so She and Viv did very well. All my old regulars arrived so I knew I was OK. Margarita was there so I was not going to miss a tanda, she would not let me.
As always though by just after seven the girls had enough and we set off into the street. Isabel was using Google earth to find her bus so we left her at Hipolito Yrigoyen. She was catching her bus on Avenida Mayo and were further up this road.
Back at Imaginario we ordered a black beer and Philippe arrived. Nice to see him and have a chat, seems the letter we have for him is for a fine. Unlike most motor cyclists he still has his number plate on, so they got him.
Anyway our meal and drinks including Philippe’s was only £15, glad we stick local.
Did not do a lot this morning, I suppose we are not yet fully into this.
Still we set off for Nuevo Chique and charged up our Sube cards on the way.
We arrived to a hail of kisses and were soon seated ready to dance. I watched Viv get straight up she was smiling and animated, when she is happy so am I. I knew we were in for a good afternoon. So many old friends, so many good dances. We are back with a bang.
Funny how it goes though, we both danced non stop until six thirty, then it all sort of came to a stop. Viv could get no dances and I could find no good partners, so we set off for El Revolutionario. When we got there it was mostly in darkness, the guy at the front said they were on holiday until February but that we could look around. So we caught our 151 back home.
We stopped off at Corrientes and walked to Guarda la vieja, a meal and beer was planned so a meal and beer we were having. We ordered Burritos, never occurred to me before but it means baby donkeys. The waiter did not know quite what to make of my impersonation. Still the beer was good but the burritos, well the Argentines do not do spices, should have ordered just one portion and some chips.
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On my way out shopping today I bumped into the guy from the fruit shop around the corner. He greeted me like an old friend, made me feel quite guilty. You see I now buy my fruit from the chino opposite. It is close and he always picks out the best fruit for us and will often reject something I have picked out as not good enough. This morning though Viv wanted some chop suey, which he did not have. He watched me as I shopped in the chino so I had to buy my fruit off him. Then I had to conceal my fruit as I went to the next fruit shop, which had chop suey. Life is never this difficult when you just go to Tesco.
It started to rain as we set off for Nuevo Chique so we decided to get a bit closer on the subte. Viv was not too keen on the two changes needed if we used the H line, so we headed into town and used the C line. This would have been Ok if it were not for the crowds, we were all but locked down by them. The change at Pelerini took an age and when we got off at Plaza de Mayo it was packed. I did not know how to get to Lima station and we emerged in the middle of 5 Mayo. The bodies were just a mass, we were in the middle of a demonstration and I just could not navigate. By the time I had worked my way out of it, then consulted the map, Viv rightly said we could have walked from home.
It was a time for last dances and saying goodbye. We actually stayed longer than ever and I even got a glass of Champagne from Dora, but we are happy in the knowledge that we will be back next year. We had a funny conversation with Marcella before we left; She asked why we were all leaving at the same time, I told her it was Macri’s fault, he will only let us stay 90 days. “Macri Gato” she jokingly said. I told her that that was the contraseña for El Revolucionario WiFi.
Then it was off to El Revolucionario for some beer and hamburgers. The place was crowded out due to the demonstration and the service was somewhat lacking. Again I have to say great food and beer for less than £15. Just one problem today, for the first time, they overcharged me by 100$ar. I don’t know if it was deliberate or not, but now I have a better grasp, I challenged it and my money was soon returned.
We will not be back this year, but I live in hope it was a genuine mistake, because we have enjoyed this place and would hate for it to be tainted.
A sad note today, our last week begins. So every where we go will be our last time although we do go to Nuevo Chique twice a week. This will not actually be our last visit but our last Tuesday. Many who go on Tuesday do not go Thursday so already the goodbyes have started.
Nuevo Chique was not so good for Viv today. There were very few men but just as many women. At six she had enough and told me she was off to El Revolucionario. As instructed, I danced on. It became more and more difficult for me to leave as the women wanted me to dance, but by seven I had changed my shoes. This was not enough though to win my freedom, Paloma grabbed me, and it was after all a Biagi vals. So I danced it in my Hotters, not the best dancing shoes, but very comfortable. Glad I stopped as I saw Juan our old dance teacher on the floor dancing with Dora, nice to say “Hello” again.
On the way out I bumped into Marriane, seems she too was having problems and decided to head for Obalisco.
When I arrived at El Revolucionario Viv was still drinking coffee. I fully expected her to be on her third cup, but she had been across the road watching the dogs at play, so had not been there long. Beer was now in order, no Quilmes but they did have Imperial Stout, that’ll do nicely. The food was good too, but I still cannot get used to the idea that pies and pastry are starters and salad is the main course.
Still the cheapest place for food though and good service. Pudding, as always supplied by our local Ice cream gal, tasty.
Off to Nuevo Chique again today, but my foot is playing me up and I suspect I will not dance much. I did the first tanda with Viv then a couple followed by the milonga with Viv. My foot was hurting too much so I retreated to the toilets and made a roll of paper towel to go under my foot. While I was in there two men were practicing their moves with each other. I knew that this happened many years ago but I never expected to see it today, so it is all true, the men dance with men to improve their tango.
Once out of there I found my makeshift foot support really helped. I still missed the odd tanda but I was not missing every other and I did not have to miss another vals. Viv meanwhile was having a rare old time, I thought we would be staying late. She had other ideas though, seems that she can get tired as well as bored, so just after seven I got my marching orders.
Down again to El Revolucionario, they have run out of Cream Stout, we have to have Stella. It’s another 30$ar for beer we like less, is it so hard to keep a stock?
At least our 151 collective is reliable, dropping us off at our doorstep as always.
All this dancing takes its toll on my feet. Last night I had blood covered socks because the back of my foot was rubbed raw. This morning I woke to aching feet and my left foot swollen. I have been liberally applying anti inflammatory cream in the vain hope of a cure.
This morning Sebastian called on the intercom to tell me that the gas was going to be cut for one or two hours. I actually understood what he said. Emboldened by this, when I went out, I asked him exactly when it would be cut as Viv has lentajas in the oven. I should have known better, he gave me the life story of the gas man and details of his van. I understood not a word.
Now I have a bit of money I bought some socks and underpants. I bought underpants here two years ago and they are the most comfortable I have ever worn. The trouble was when I got back this time they were the wrong size, so it was straight out again. Then they only had my size in white, I was not that bothered but the girl insisted on phoning for more, so I had to stand around waiting. Anyway this was a test pair, if they are as good as before I will be going back for more in the next day or so.
So I limped off to El Beso not expecting much from the day. Viv was doing well with dances, meanwhile I was happy to sit out a few tandas. It’s funny how it becomes more enjoyable the less you worry about getting dances. Some of the ladies sat across from me were giving me hard stares, but I was only going to dance the tandas I wanted. At one point Elisa (The Organizer) came and asked me if I had danced “Si” I said “I am resting my foot”. Teresa would not let me rest though, I had three tandas with her. Cracking on for ninety she still has lots of energy.
We stayed almost to the end, and I found a bit more energy later, but for Viv it was party time. When the crowd thins out she gets more dances. I was sorry e did not stay until the end, I know, when I DJ, I am always disappointed when people do not stay for La Cumparsita.
As we travelled down to Nuevo Chique today on the subte, I noticed something. Apart from the fact that it was very crowded, every one in my line of sight was staring into a mobile phone. You might think that I am old fashioned, but why not talk to the person you are with? I now carry mine with me everywhere, but virtually the only time I look at it is to use the Spanish dictionary. Then, of course, the odd time I post a check in, but that is just for my fans at home.
Nuevo Chique itself was quiet today. We think it was partly to do with El Arranque re-opening, but again it was a mainly tourist crowd. Even the locals were complaining, funny how they have taken us in, and do not consider us outsiders. No pleasing Viv, she likes it quieter but now complains that there are not enough men. So despite our commitment to stay longer tonight we left at seven. She was bored. I spent a lot of time trying to avoid Margarita. Not that I don’t enjoy dancing with her, but there are a lot of other ladies to dance with. I appreciate the attention, but it makes it hard for me to cabeceo other ladies.
After we left we headed for El Revolucionario again. We had “Scotch Beer” as there was no stout. “Still black but smoother” she said. More like brown ale than stout but still pleasant. They can’t get used to our way of eating, we asked for empanadas with our salad, but empanadas are served first and they would not bring the salad until we had eaten them. We had to go and ask for bread, as they did not bring any. As I have said “It is not a top class restaurant” that may be the case, but our girl is always pleasant and you can’t argue the price. £11 for a meal for two with beer, better than Weatherspoons.