I really do like BA. I don’t know why, as it undoubtedly has its issues. But, I have never met an unfriendly local, it has its trendy areas and its old run down buildings a la Havana, the weather is good overall, great café life and a lot of history.
So for my last day I returned to Puerto Madura, the inland dock area, and now home to bars and restaurants in converted wharf buildings as in Bristol, Liverpool or Shad Thames, but 50 times bigger. It must have been such a hive of activity in the past and cranes remain as a reminder.
Then a walk to Casa Rosada and Plaza 25 Mayo, the site of Evita’s appearance on the balcony to an admiring crowd (photos did not come out). Now things are definitely different as Plaza 25 Mayo is the site for all demonstrations and a metal security fence straddles the whole of the plaza a couple of hundred metres from Casa Rosada. This was in place during my 2014 visit as was the permanent camp for those claiming that more should be done for the veterans of the Falklands war.
Today another demonstration is brewing and the whole plaza is surrounded by skip trucks. Why I do not know, but the riot police are waiting.
Back home to pack. Fernando had agreed to let me stay in the apartment until I needed to leave at 4 pm which was great. I called a Uber cab, posted my keys back through the security box and left. So sad.
As we neared the International airport at Ezeiza I came across a familiar sight. Ezeiza is a 5o minute journey out of town, and is built adjacent to Monte Grande, which was the site for the Scottish colony in 1825.
Then it was a three day journey by bullock train to reach this area. The familiar sight was the cotton wool clouds that are common across the pampas. The wispy clouds I remembered from 2014 were back.