Having been back from our trip to Granada, Nicaragua for around six weeks it was time to set off again. This time we were bound for Buenos Aires, Argentina.
Now after you’ve seen the photos (forget the boring written stuff) I think a few of you might want to go there so here’s the route that we took :
United Airlines 22.20 hours flight to Ministro Pistarini International Airport . Scheduled flight time 10 hours and 20 minutes
I need to back up though. I’m moving too fast. Not a good thing at my advancing age !
First of all we had to make arrangements for Ziggy to be looked after while we were away.
Now as regular readers will know we normally book Ziggy’s “time away from us” with Pampered Paws but, like Jack Woltz in The Godfather , we got an offer we couldn’t refuse . Frank – long time readers will recall that it was Frank , when serving here on his first posting to Belize by the British Army – that found a very, very young Ziggy (he wasn’t called that at the time though) and his brother Grizzly .
Ziggy is the little ‘blondie’ on the left.
Frank though, very quickly taught Ziggy bad habits that we have had to contend with since he came to live with us !
Anyway, back to The Godfather . Frank offered to look after Ziggy during our holiday. It was an offer we could not refuse so the weekend before we were due to set off Frank came over to Ambergris Caye and spent the day with us all.
We went to Secret Beach first when we visited our next door neighbours (neighbors for non UK readers) Maresha and Jason’s Bar, Pirates Bar at Not So Secret Beach and then on to
At Carlo & Ernie’s Runway Bar
before taking the water taxi to Belize City
Bye Frank. Bye Ziggy
and then on to Price Barracks, Ladyville. Ziggy was temporarily rejoining BATSUB as a Reservist.
It was a very strange three days at home for Rose me without having Ziggy at our heels or having to step over him while he was recharging (sic) but the time for us to depart eventually arrived.
Waiting to leave the island at Tropic Air’s Departure Lounge (never , ever thought I would use such words when we first came to Ambergris Caye ).
Arrival at George Bush Intercontinental Airport, Houston (really plush following it’s fairly recent restyling ) .
Our plane to Buenos Aires is on time so
time for a little tipple . On the Rum. A refreshing little cocktail of caño brava white rum, fresh mint, lime juice and riondo Prosecco.
Once settled on the plane I watched two films – the Green Book (a really enjoyable film ) and Dumbo (I know, I know) I switched to sleep mode and woke up just in time for breakfast. And seemed like I’d just cleared the plate when we joined the queue for Immigration.
We cleared Immigration and Customs fairly quickly and saw a sign being held aloft with my name on it. Our pre-arranged taxi. Sixty minutes later (it could have taken a lot longer but I think our driver was Juan Manuel Fangio) we were at our hotel.
After unpacking, a quick shower and change of clothes we ventured out for our first ‘taste’ of Buenos Aires. On the advice of the Receptionist we went to Julio Cortázar Square (“Serrano “) . And enjoyed the walk there.
Enough walking. Time for a cerveza (we didn’t share the bottle, honest )
and a bite to eat.
On our walk back to the hotel we ‘discovered ‘ the Subte .
Buenos Aries had just ‘opened up’ to us. The next day we were going underground !
Look out for the next thrilling installment as we find our way around Buenos Airies, the Paris of South America.
The headline for this edition is based on the single released in 1980 by The Jam which reached number one on the UK Singles Chart.