The Feast

Yesterday Kris with a "K" introduced me to some of his Canadian friends and other traveling companions and they invited me to feast with them. First we went to the grocery store to gather the goods.

You can't see it in the pic but the line was down the entire wall, and we were the foreigners slowing everyone down.


Then others cooked, while I partook in a glass of wine.


Then we feasted


It was quite the grand feast.

Checking out Plaza of Misery in BA

So today I transferred into a new hostel here in Buenos Aires. It is the Milhouse hostel in Centro BA. It is run by Hosteling International, so it is nice and appears pretty safe. Hopefully I should be here for a couple of days before getting my apartment.

Today i ventured out with a new friend who goes by Kris with a K. I know it is hard to wrap your head around but he is Canadian so I guess it is OK for such radical thinkers. He made the mistake of venturing out with me to the knock-off shopping district that is at Subte stop Plaza de Miserere which I am certain translates into Plaza of Misery.

We stopped to grab a bit to eat and afterwards asked our waiter to take a picture. He was at first upset that there was no food on the table, but soon the older gentleman that had been standoffish became a professional photographer.

Here is pic one

Pic 2


Pic 3, notice how we are merely background figures in comparison to this pissed-off stranger.

I am fairly certain he took 20 more pictures or so, but they didn't show up on my camera. BA is quite the town for hospitality.