After a long flight, two cheesy movies, two plane meals and a snooze we finally touched down in buenos aires. First job - find a taxi. Being quite out of it from the flight, we didn't want to mess around looking for taxis, so we just went for the first one we found. Unfortunately, that turned out to be a 20 stone stoner with massive red eye who kept falling asleep on the motorway. As our Spanish is still in its early days, Joel just kept shouting "hey" in the guys ear to keep him awake - luckily this worked and we arrived safe n sound at our apartment in Palermo.
Once we managed to find the right place, we met Jose the owner. What a lovely guy - he'd bought us milk, cornflakes and fruit for breakfast with the days paper and proceeded to show us around the neighbourhood. We found out some insider tips on where to get good coffee, great steak (everywhere apparently) and how to get Joel local tickets to the Boca games.
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