Slept really well after the flight and the madness of getting from the airport to the hostel. After we had had breakfast we chatted with Natalia to find out what she would recommend we did with our final day in Buenos Aires and also to organised the transfer for tomorrow. She recommended we take the bus over to Boca Bairro this area has many gift shops and markets, but it is best known for the brightly coloured houses that line the streets and the Tango dancers that entertain passers by. The decision was made.
Now as it has become apparent though this trip and my life (meaning Gareth) I have very little ability to both navigate or read a bus time table especially when it's in Spanish. However, Sarah has this superpower were it all makes sense and she guided us safely through the madness on one bus after another and soon we found ourselves in Boca Bairro. It was bustling with fellow tourist, for that is all we are now, gone are the days of adventure. We strolled around enjoying the sights and sounds, wondering in and out of gift shops. Some were full of what can only be referred to as crap other however had beautiful leather goods and others local art and handmade products.
The original plan was to do our gift shopping, but the fact that even though we had slept well the night before the fatigue of the past 24 hours soon took over and the need to shop vanished. We found a little cafe and sat and had a coffee in the hope that this would inspire the senses. It didn't have the desired effects and the decision was made to head back with the meager purchases we had made. With the ever increasing tiredness came the "didn't care attitude" and this meant deciding where to eat became a heated debate and after some very tiring bickering we ended up in the same restaurant that we had eaten in on our first day here and what did we order? Pizza! With food in our bellies and a feeling of sadness at the fact that we would be soon saying farewell to this country we headed back to the hostel.
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