Under Down Under II

Thursday, 6am, Buenos Aires.
Today, I woke up to dull pink curtains, pale yellow wall paper and a low brooding ceiling. This is Howard Johnson Hotel in Buenos Aires, #04-01.

Buenos Aires airport reminds one of Mumbai. The only difference are the pretty immigration officers and the wide highway leading out of it. Otherwise, the crowds, chaos and confusion re-assured me that India is not alone in tourism anarchy.

The stop over yesterday (wednesday, 13th) in Cape Town was interesting. First, we almost choked on our Lattes (Shanks on his breezer) at the announcement to evacuate the terminal building due to security concerns. This gave rise to some confusion when the couple on the next table kept ordering more beer nonchalantly. It was only when they told us that the announcement was for Terminal 1 ( we were in 2) that we resumed our pursuit of a hindi movie dvd. Our infallible logic was that Gandhi's popularity would have had a halo on bollywood's in South Africa - can't argue with that!

Second, Cape Town became the 5th airport where yours truly's name has been announced to goad me towards the plane. This time though, there was comfort in numbers :-).

We've slept for 13 hours and at 6.30 are ready for a shower, breakfast and exploring Buenos Aires. I'm also hoping to catch a live soccer game here.
More later!
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