The good winds of Buenos Aires

image Buenos Aires does live up to it’s “Paris of South America” reputation. It almost feels like Europe sometimes when you walk the streets. Now if only I could shake the unsafe feeling everyone keeps polluting my mind with so that I could just enjoy it. Yep, there we go. There is a good air about this place.

Getting in and where I stayed

The first time at least, we arrived bright and early on a Sunday after riding the night bus from Iguaçu Falls. I think I slept well after a little wine in Cama class. The 18 hour bus ride wasn’t so bad except for the repeated police checks. We were stopped three times in the night for police to check IDs and look for contraband. They were polite but couldn’t someone tell the other guys we’d been checked?

From Buenos Aires Retiro station (bus, train and ferry) we took a public bus towards our hostel as per their instructions. They don’t accept cash on the buses and everywhere I went required the Sube card system. The bus driver kindly let us on despite us not having a card.

We stayed at Sabatico Traveller’s Hostel (AR160+30 tax for dorms on the corner of San Jose and Mexico in Montserrat) which had a nice lobby, breakfast and outside area. The only issue we had was dealing with the mislabeled prices on Hostel World. They strip out the tax and don’t clearly tell you about it in Argentina apparently.

When I came back from Bariloche, I used Hostel Bookers instead and didn’t have the same issue. I also stayed at a different hostel called 06 Central Hostel (AR130+no tax), but I wouldn’t recommend it unless you just want to stay on the cheap and not shower. The staff were awesome, but there was no hot water and grotty showers are just well…gross. Worse than at Mt Bromo!

Getting some of that good Air

San Telmo Market

Sunday morning was the best time for San Telmo Market so we headed straight there. Outside there were heaps of flea market type stalls gathered around a square. You could find all sorts of old watches, cameras, glasses and antiques. Too bad I can’t carry any more stuff.

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Flea market stalls at San Telmo

Inside one of the arcades there was a great little shop selling two empandas and a coffee for 60 pesos. We split a few but in the end I had eaten three combos.


Can't go past this deal any less than three times

There were also a bunch of other shops inside, but it had a nice feel to it. It didn’t feel so tacky like Paddy’s Markets in Sydney. There was a lot of real stuff here for sale and some of it probably considered junk by thousands of passers by until the right person came along.

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One man's trash is another man's treasure

What we hadn’t realised is that there was about another kilometre of markets to go. I assume this was Sunday’s doing, but markets went all the way along Defensa to the Plaza de Mayo. I’d never seen so many market stalls and without as much duplication as you’d expect.


Buenos Aires is famous for Tango. So where could be better to go see some? While we were walking around San Telmo Markets we saw this sweet old couple dancing in the square.


Old people in love are the cutest right?

Since I didn’t have the skills myself I thought it might be silly to go to a Tango Bar in Palermo. So I decided to go and see a show and I did the most worst thing a traveller can do. I was lazy and looked on Trip Advisor for a recommendation – a sin punishable by death! They must pay Google royally because they always clog up my search results. But whilst their recommendations are always tacky and touristy at least this one was close by and seemed to have a bit of history to it.

Cafe Tortoni was originally opened by a French guy and it didn’t seem like the cafe itself even understood how it became famous for Tango shows. It’s known for Parisian style grandeur inside, not for its food or coffee though and I can confirm their mediocrity.

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Inside Cafe Tortoni

The show was AR320 so a bit pricey, but I was happy enough. A good mix of singing, tango and some jolly old chaps making up the jazz band.

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Tango at Cafe Tortoni

Puerto Madero

After getting back from Bariloche, I headed down to the Puerto Madero waterfront to check out it’s “London style” revamp. The old waterfront buildings and cranes looked well maintained and were full of restaurants and bars. Not a bad place at all, but mostly on the expensive side of course.


Puerto Madero by night

The Free City Tour

The next day I took the 10.30am Free City Tour, but I didn’t have time for the 3.30pm afternoon one. The tour was pretty informative and explained why there was such a mix of European styles throughout the city. The guide was very helpful and left us at the enormous fig tree near the Recoleta Saturday Markets and Cemetery.

Cementario de la Recoleta

It might seem a bit strange traipsing around a cemetery, but Cementario de la Recoleta is known for its elaborate mausoleums. Being a rich area everyone used to try and outdo each other and so what we’re left with a really interesting maze.

I always find cemeteries peaceful, not creepy, and what’s left behind is meant to show that the people who lie here meant something to someone and might tell you a bit of a story. I think I also just like when inanimate things show their age like living things.

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The often old and neglected but beautiful mausoleums

La Boca

Of all the places in Buenos Aires that I was told were unsafe, this is probably the only one that really lived up to it’s reputation. Both hostels strictly said stick to the tourist areas and don’t wander the streets and I can see why. Catching the #29 bus through the barrio did feel pretty dodgy. A guy I met even said people were running from their houses to tell him to get away before he got mugged.

The touristy area was fairly relaxed though so you can take the time to explore the colourfully tacky streets in the old Italian district. It is amusing and a bit different so I’d recommend going to see it. You don’t need to stay long, just get back on the #29 bus to get back to centro.

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The colours of La Boca

Argentinian Parillas

Argentinians or in this case, porteños, aren’t really known for being vegetarians, so I asked my hostel for a recommendation on where to get a good Argentinian steak.

So I found myself enjoying some at Capataz near Lavalle Subte Station (or “Lavashe” as they say in the Argentine accent). Served up with some chilli, an acidic salsa and a glass of Malbec from Mendoza for just AR230. Great for a hungry backpacker!


Mixed carne and a glass of Malbec to wash it down

Street Art

I wouldn’t really call La Boca street art, but if you want to find some just look…. anywhere. I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves.

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Street art around Buenos Aires

So I did duck across to Bariloche to find my Sundog hut in Patagonia, but after Buenos Aires’ encore I took a bus to Montevideo in Uruguay



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  4. Chez @ Chez Moi · October 18, 2016

    Loved reading about your BA adventures – so similar to mine but so different too. Dodgy La Boca was a firm favourite for its air of notoriety! Love your shot of the elderly couple dancing 😊


    • Hakka Xav · October 19, 2016

      Hey thanks 🙂 that’s definitely my favourite too


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