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You gotta love it

And another from last year. Oh dear!

After a morning on computer management, it was going to be a welcome change to do some tango.

Saturday and we are off to El Arranque again. We had to charge up the SUBE cards and, of course we missed the train. It was no big deal though another was along in four minutes. This is another reason I prefer the subte to the busses, unless the line is down they are through as regular as clock work.

Our waiter had our regular places and our drinks on the table as we arrived, you gotta love this service.

Not a lot to say really, we danced our socks off and I managed two dances each with my regular ladies. Even  Viv hardly missed a tanda.

Erwin our usual DJ was not here today we had Vivi La Falce instead. Good choice of music and interesting cortinas. She was calling something out during the tropical, I have no idea what it was, but the locals seemed to appreciate it.

We had arrived early so by seven thirty we were ready to go. We stayed for the sorteo, but again I did not win, so it was time to go home.

We stopped off on the way home for some meat. We had to do without last week because we left it until Sunday. Two cracking pieces of Aberdeen Angus grilling steak, for two quid, you gotta love it.

Deep joy, the internet is still working, so you will get this post.

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Subte Chaos

Not the best start to the day today. We lay in bed far too long and we are out of milk. So the shopping had to be done before anything. Went to the Almacen for some beef for tea. We thought we would have a thicker piece today but that did not quite work out right. I pointed out the piece we would like but he cut it differently than I expected, then when I told him a bit thicker, he sort of went off at an angle. It is a very nice piece of meat for about £2.50 but it looks now more like a roasting joint.

Even at the chino I did not do so well; Viv wanted some face pads but all I could find were baby wipes. Too small so I left them. So I just got eggs and milk.

On our trip out today we had to recharge the SUBE cards, but there was a queue at the office and a train was in, so it was plan B again, charge them at Uruguay. For once when there was someone taking too long at the window, they opened the other one, so we were done in no time.

At milonga de Juan the DJ was doing no better than usual. In our first five tandas he played two Biagi  not that this is a problem for me, I love Biagi but not every one does. And not every one likes Tanturi, many are not good for dancing, so when the third tanda came on Dora tapped me on the shoulder “The third Tanturi” she said.

The dancing is not the best here either, men moving to their blind side and taking multiple back steps. I think I received more injuries than if I had been in the 6Nations. The DJ does not do it all on his own either, Juan stopped the vals to announce that someone had left some shoes in the ladies toilets, no idea why he could not wait for the Cortina.

I knew it was going to be one of those days; I am very careful when passing the joint in the floor, the ladies cannot see it and they have fine heels, but there was a crowd at this point. I just managed to manouvre her into the gap and had to use all my strength to catch her. Still I have not lost a lady.

Then I forgot that the joint is also at the back of the room. I tripped over it and almost fell into the lap of Dora. I managed to stay upright and my dignity in tact, but will have to repair my shoes tonight.

When we got down to the subte the time for the next train was half an hour ago. Then it jumped on quarter of an hour before finally settling on 4 minutes. By this time the platform was getting very crowded and more people were pouring down the stairs. When the train finally arrived it was all but full, I put my shoulder to it and managed to get us on. At each stop there were more people trying to get on than off, it was utter chaos. When we got off at Medrano there were police there and we speculated there might have been an incident, but it is the way here, we will never know.

Anyway the beef steak was good, nicely cooked by my resident Chef, who has the day off tomorrow.

 

 

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A productive morning

Had quite a productive morning. Viv posted her letter on her own while I went to pick up some money. The queue was not as bad as yesterday but I was still kept waiting half an hour. I am not going to have another rant about how inefficient they are here, I will save that for again.

I needed some more staples for my staple gun and they had them in the ferreteria across the road. I was shocked at the price though 125$ar, means that the staples cost more than the material I bought to cover the chairs. As I keep saying “everything here is upside down”. Still in the grand scheme of things, I managed to re cover my chairs for less than £15. I will post photos when they are finished. And on that note I also managed to cover another chair, that is two done now.

As we got down to the subte today there was a train just pulling in and typically I could not get through the gate, three times I tried my SUBE card then gave up and crashed the exit gate, but it was too late the train closed the doors and we had a five minute wait. We were early anyway and arrived at Nuevo Chique while the class was still on. No Marcella today and we had many problems with the seating. I had to turf one guy out of my seat, despite all my paraphernalia being on it.

Viv managed to get a better seat today, but still struggled with dances. (That’s what she says, I did not see her sit out much) There was again a different crowd, the usual’s were there, but some of Viv’s favourites were missing.

There is a Polish lady  I often dance with, made her money in the city, she lives part time here now. She was complaining about buying and selling houses, as her boyfriend is unwell and needs to live on a ground floor. She said she hopes he does not die, as she cannot extend her stay for a funeral, “Nice to know you care” I said.

Viv is not happy because I danced Poema with someone else and she had to sit it out. Trouble is, if I look at her and she does not look straight back I have to look for other partners. The floor soon fills and it is then impossible to cabeceo past all the dancers.

We stopped off at Vittorio again on the way home for coffee and medialuna, it cost us 35$ar more than it did last week. That’s more than 30% increase, going to have to stop drinking coffee at this rate.

 

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Where is the wet fish when you want it?

Today we have to re charge our Sube cards and as usual the office at Medrano is closed. Still on the bright side we got a free ride. One guy was having non of it though, I told him that the office was closed, but he still stood doggedly at the window. You can’t help some people.

We got off at Uruguay and went over to the office. One woman beat us to it and tried to put 50$ar on her card. It was in a plastic case and was not reading, the guy in the office was trying to tell her but she was intent on her phone. Oblivious to the guy in the office and the queue forming behind her, what is it about smart phones that demand so much attention. As I did not have a wet fish to slap her across the head, I had to tap her on the shoulder to inform  her that the person here in the real world she was supposed to be dealing with needed her attention. She refused to take her card out of the plastic case and after three attempts took her fifty back and stormed off.

Funny how things change in the milongas. Viv had a poor time getting dances, I think she finds it worse because she has come to expect so much here. Me? I never missed a tanda. I did try to get Viv up a few times, but she was usually intent on someone else, although I did get her up for the milongas.

She had, had enough  by seven so we set off towards home. Instead of turning up Moreno like we usually do we walked along San Jose toward Av mayo. At Hypolito Yrigoyen there was a café that Viv had seen. We were put off our usual place last week. Trouble was it had shut, but on the other side of the road was another called Las Medialunas de Abuelo (Granddads’ Croissants). The girl here told us that she was closing in half an hour, but that was OK we would not take that long over a coffee. We decided to try the medialunas as well, well it would be rude not to. Best ones we have tasted here, but next time we come out of Chique this place will probably be closed, such is life.

 

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Las Borrachas

Off to Milonga de Juan again today.

On the subte someone tried to get into Vivs bag. She keeps nothing valuable accesible but as she left the train her Sube card fell out, just as well I was behind her. Another lady was telling her, her bag was open as I picked it up. Nothing lost but it was a reminder of the petty theft here, and to watch out when travelling.

We arrived later than last week but still got our usual place. While Viv went off to change her shoes I danced a milonga with the slim dark haired lady. Things started off slowly for both of us, and one lady commented to me that the cabeceo does not work, you have to wander around. I stuck at it for a while, but in the end I had to go walkabout.

All the rules are broken here, including the one where you are allocated a seat. I got back after one dance and someone was in my seat. I though that there was going to be trouble, but when I pointed out my towel was over the back of the seat, my shoe bag was hanging on it and my shoes underneath, and on top of that my drink, he accepted what I said and moved. Viv was not happy though, the guy sometimes dances with her, now she was not going to get that dance.

Maria, Graciela and her sister arrived. They ordered beer as always, they now call themselves las borrachas. The standard of floorcraft is not the best here, I am getting used to being barged kicked and trodden on, but at least, it is good natured. I have not seen anyone get angry, yet.

Gloria was here as well. I got two dances with her. She also led Viv in a milonga, they both seemed to enjoy that. I am not sure how she manages it, she is so short, her boobs stick in my groin. So leading Viv must be particularly difficult.

They had a live band at seven, but Viv was not for doing the Chacrera. I thought she was in a strop about that first milonga, so we left shortly afterwards, still we stayed three quarters of an hour longer than last week. Things are on the up.

We bought some bread from the chino on the way home.  They have a little oven and cook it fresh, it was very tasty to eat along with Viv’s Stew.

 

 

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Good to be back

Ever noticed when you have low expectations the best things happen.

Well it was one of those days. Firstly I managed to get my new keys cut, with a longer shaft  that enables me to pick the door key out easier and saves my knuckles when I open the door.  Went to the post office to send a card and that was a breeze.  Still we were not looking forward to todays milonga, we were still not at our best.

Never the less we set off early. At the Subte the office was closed so we could not charge out SUBE cards, but the gate was open so free train ride. We got off as usual at Uruguay and the office there was open, so we both charged our cards, then left the station heading along Uruguay to San Jose.

Viv was soon telling me to slow down as we would be too early. Of course as soon as I slowed she left me behind, you just cannot win. We arrived just before four, of course milongas start at Argentine o’clock, so we hung around in the foyer. The first people we met were Hubert and Paloma, we must have some sort of magnetic attraction see https://tangogales.wordpress.com/2016/09/12/a-coruna-to-santander/

Getting there early was a great idea, Viv got the seat she wanted and first pick of all the men as they came in. Men who are normally too picky or just do not see her were asking her to dance. Unusually she never missed a tanda and by seven she was worn out.

Again there were so many ladies and so little time, I also never stopped. So many renewed acquaintance’s, so many besos, so many great dances. It was all too much for our first milonga. By the end my face hurt from smiling so much, but Viv said “go” so go we must. As we left we bumped into our old friend Juan, more besos and abrazos. Not seen him in some time, hopefully we will catch up this time.

We walked towards our bus stop and Viv wanted to stop for a coffee before we left, a chance to relax and unwind. As we sat drinking our coffee the best part of the day for me; Viv said

“Good to be back” When Viv is happy, so are we all.

Things continue to improve, caught our 151 collective “Donde?” he said “Guardia Vieja” said I, and he understood. Wow!

 

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Communications

We were trying to get in touch with Jantango about timings. Americans and British have a different idea of what constitutes lunchtime, but we were unable to communicate by normal means. In the end we sorted it out via email but communicating this way takes forever.

When that was finally done,I needed to sort out my phone. So thinking it was just a matter of credit I set off to the local kiosco for some credit for my phone. Now I don’t know if my pronunciation has improved or if life in the kiosco has improved, but the sour faced man who usually serves me and refuses to understand had a smile on his face today. So I asked him “tienes credit, para Personal Light” “Si $20 o $30” he replied. That all went rather too well for my liking. In the Finch day it can only be good for a very short while.

Things started to go wrong when I tried to put it on my phone; The pre-recorded message came at me with machine gun speed, I just managed to pick out “press 1” as it came to me in a hail of Spanish. More machine gun talking then it stopped so I put in the key number. From the next deluge of Spanish all I understood was “disculpe” no mention of my $20. So I hung up and tried again, with the same result. One more try before I throw the phone out of the window, it never got to the press one. Now getting really annoyed I tried again, it all went swimmingly then “Disculpe”.

Obviously I was missing something, but I could not listen in while pressing buttons. Then I remembered I had Viv’s headset with me and it would fit my argentine phone. I did nothing different this time but it all worked fine. I guess technology knows when it is beat.

We set off to Jan’s place and waited for the 168. Funny things these 168’s all the same number but two different routes. Viv was pleased to see one coming our way, but upset when it turned off before it got to us. This was on the other route so was of no use to us.

So we waited, and after about 15 minutes a 168 came towards us. Everyone stood with their hands out, but the driver was not interested and drove straight past. Nearly half an hour passed before we finally got our bus.

We had to squeeze on, it was so tight that Viv’s bag got caught in the door and she could not move until a helpful gent extracted her. Progress was painfully slow Corrientes was a logjam. It took close on twenty minutes to reach Pueyrredon, we could have walked here in half the time it had so far taken us. Fortunately it speeded up a little then, but the whole journey had taken us about seventy minutes.

We had a lot of catching up to do when we arrived all helped along with good food and quilmes. Along with discussing the relative merits of aluminium and aluminum, polystyrene and styrofoam, and nappies and dypers. (dont ask). Time just flew and we were soon heading out again into the city streets.

We walked up to Jujuy. For those who do not know Jujuy is a continuation of Pueyrredon, these streets cut across the city and all the subway lines that run out from the city centre. In their great wisdom the city elders decided to build a subway line down this street, sort of an outer ring road subway. The first stations were opened last year and it now runs from Parque Patricios in the South right through to the B line. Whether they intend it to carry on to the D line or not I don’t know, but we are only interested in the B line for now.

The new station was beautiful and looked clean to me, although not to Viv’s house proud eyes, It was a great way to get across the town, even at this hour it was almost empty and we were at Corrientes before we knew it. In hindsight we could have walked from here as the subway on the B line was crowded at this hour, but we still felt more comfortable than we had on the bus earlier and it was certainly a quicker passage along the length of Corrientes.

Being Thursday we are off to Fulgor again. The numbers are down to a painful level and I asked one of the ladies I danced with if she knew why.She just rubbed her finger and thumb together in the international sign for money. This is not the first milonga I have seen with reduced numbers. I guess the economic situation here is really hitting home.
Viv is slowly warming up at last, we danced about three merengues and even a couple of cumbias. We did the chacarera again and we did it to Chacarera del Violin, some of you may remember dancing to this at Casa Gresford, or maybe not, but it is the tune that we use when we teach.

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