No time for dilly dally

Having slept the night on a pump up mattress and sofa in our new swanky residence, we woke to go in search of some breakfast. We found a very cute cafe on the corner of an avenue, which displayed the most lovely looking cakes and pastries. We hid inside from the sun and indulged before heading back to the apartment. 

We decided to change and go to the pool on the roof for half an hour before heading to the city centre. We quickly changed our minds having felt how cold the water was and headed back down to get ready.

We caught the subway down to FUBA - a University in the centre where we met with the president.  We ate in the union canteen and interviewed him in Spanish before running to meet our next interviewee in a seperate location.

For the second interview we went to a posh cafe on the side of a street where we were sat opposite what looked like a mafia gang. We also interviewed this person in Spanish. Little to our knowledge, a friend of ours had arranged another interview for us directly after and so we completed that one straight after the second.

Tired, we headed back to the apartment to get ready to see our new host. He took us to a tango bar where we met with one of his friends. The entrance to the place looked much like an abandoned building, where a man sat behind a pop up table selling tickets. We continued up the stairs until we reached a large hall filled with people. There were paintings and ornaments all over the gigant walls and open windows that lead sight to the night stars. The roof looked much like that of a barnyards with wooden slats and crossover beams.There was a large stage with an equally large dancefloor, directly opposite a large bar and seating area. Next door was the kitchen and a large empty space, dotted with artwork.

We sat down at the tables and enjoyed watching some tango before ordering some interesting vegetarian food. We stayed until 3 in the morning, being treated to a scene play from a famous local actor, some proffessional tango and an array of songs from an accordian band.

We exited the club and headed back towards the apartment.  It being such a nice night, we decided to go to the roof and had some drinks. We stayed chatting until we heard the birds start to sjng and worryingly headed back downstairs to sleep.

No rest for the wicked Buenos dias..