Viajito al Tigre
Imagine a hot, sticky city of a 90 degree day. There is no free water at restaurants. There is no breeze. The air conditioning is average at best.
That is Buenos Aires. So where do the masses escape to? El Tigre, just a 50 minute train ride away.
We woke up early on Saturday and caught the 9:12 train to El Tigre. It was 50 minutes of pure torture; the Argentina version of the Von Trapp's were on the train, expect the children were not as well behaved. Their screeching lasted the whole time.
When we finally exited the train (and walked FAST away from the kids) we went over to the dock. We selected a tour that took us to a private beach with a large swimming area, a restaurant, and a parrilla.
A short boat ride later, we were at the small, sandy beach. It was blistering hot and cloudless, and perfect day to submerse oneself in the muddy Tigre waters (muddy, but safe).
We were defintely the only Americans there, and definitely had the most modest swimsuits for people in their twenties (mid-coverage thong bathing suit are common here). We were also the whitest, with the glare from the sun off of our white skin tone probably blinding people.
After a tasty meal and lots of relaxing reading, we decided the sun had beaten us enough; most of us were sunburnt (strong Southern Hemisphere sun). Luckily I had lathered profusely throughout the day (my friends know my psychotic sunscreen behavior).
After waiting for a train, we arrived home around 8:00 pm. It was a long day, but the sun was wonderful. There is nothing more relaxing than laying in sand with a good book.
Photo Credit: Katie Ragsdale...my camera died!
Highlights
-Trying Nutella made from Brazil (much better!)
-Eating Choripan, a traditional Buenos Aires food (also delicious)
That is Buenos Aires. So where do the masses escape to? El Tigre, just a 50 minute train ride away.
We woke up early on Saturday and caught the 9:12 train to El Tigre. It was 50 minutes of pure torture; the Argentina version of the Von Trapp's were on the train, expect the children were not as well behaved. Their screeching lasted the whole time.
When we finally exited the train (and walked FAST away from the kids) we went over to the dock. We selected a tour that took us to a private beach with a large swimming area, a restaurant, and a parrilla.
A short boat ride later, we were at the small, sandy beach. It was blistering hot and cloudless, and perfect day to submerse oneself in the muddy Tigre waters (muddy, but safe).
We were defintely the only Americans there, and definitely had the most modest swimsuits for people in their twenties (mid-coverage thong bathing suit are common here). We were also the whitest, with the glare from the sun off of our white skin tone probably blinding people.
After a tasty meal and lots of relaxing reading, we decided the sun had beaten us enough; most of us were sunburnt (strong Southern Hemisphere sun). Luckily I had lathered profusely throughout the day (my friends know my psychotic sunscreen behavior).
After waiting for a train, we arrived home around 8:00 pm. It was a long day, but the sun was wonderful. There is nothing more relaxing than laying in sand with a good book.
Photo Credit: Katie Ragsdale...my camera died!
Highlights
-Trying Nutella made from Brazil (much better!)
-Eating Choripan, a traditional Buenos Aires food (also delicious)
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