Buenos Aires

The Hotel Raco is lovely and the staff are friendly. We had lunch at Cafe de Violetas, a beautifully art nouveau style cafe. We ordered foods we didn't recognise and enjoyed. Finally a meal. It was 4pm and I was beginning to get the shakes from low blood sugar.

Dinner we had meat: ojo de bife for me (a large lump of steak with a prune sauce) and Alan had pork. The salad we ordered never arrrived, but we were stuffed in any case.

We went to explore the nearby busy street and sourced cash machines and kerosene. We're also looking for a book called the 'guia de acampante' which lists all the campsites in Argentina. We've already discovered that the 'best map' available in Argentina is not much cop and doesn't show campsites. We looked all over the plae, in every bookshop and finally we gave up.  As it happened, we found one at a roadside magazine stall as we neared our hotel.

We took the underground train into town, called the Subte. The trains are still the old wooden ones, with wooden seats, floors, panels. The doors sliding doors that you just pull open when people want to get off, whether the train is still moving or not.