Buenos Aries is a fabulous city and in many ways very European. I arrived at 6am in the morning, checked into the hotel (5 on the shower scale) then went straight out to play. First stop was the Pink House, home of the government and scene of numerous balcony speaches by famous presidents. In the square itself was a demonstration by Falklands veterans, a reminder that in war it is always the ordinary soldier that is the victim of the politicians decisions !!
After a sombre and serious start to the day it was off to La Boca for lunch, tango, and a feast of photography. I loved this place so vibrant in colour and with a passion and energy like no other. Of course having done a bit of ballroom dancing at school I had to give the tango a go.
My tutor on the other hand had two distinct advantages ...
1) She could dance
2) She was fit (as in drop dead gorgeous)
As for me well the bit I seemed to master really well was when I had to support her on one leg as she wrapped the other one around me. Have to admit this was the best dancing I had ever done :)
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