the first footsteps

We have arrived. After much preparation and much ado, we, the intrepid two have go to the start line and are holed up in Buenos aires, argentina. It will take the usual period of settling in to accustom the sensibilities to the travel protocol... new hotels..new smells..and the wallpaper..this is worse than the nightmare that was harburton in Polzeath...remember those poodle pictures??..anybody reading in PNG..this won´t mean a thing to you. Buenos aires is a beautiful city and where are those hoards of drunken teanagers swopping drinks and body fluids outside the high street giants...Wo ist Starbucks..nowhere to be seen. Conditioning has so hardened my perception of GB that i can´t believe how quiet, clean, civilised and wholly individual BA is. We stop for an ice cream (fo declined as her body has experienced no toxins for 38 seconds), dulce de leche with dulche de leche extract topped with clotted dulce de leche, zero calories the lady tells me - although she talks with strange tongue - so it could have been 2 zero zero zero calories..this parlour closes at 2am..back later. I Love BA.
We go to the football match on the sunday..River Plate contra Independente..this is not football its knockabout with backing vocals by the Blenau Ffestiniog male voice quoir, cast of 10,000. The noise is deafening but not a pint of ´wife beater´ in sight, the football is a side issue , fortunately, as this is a non contact sport. River plate win 4-2 and not a dry throat in the house..need to see Boca vs River Plate..that would be opera of proportions