Buenos Aires, Day 11

-Walked along Florida earlier in the day to get Zsolt´s plane ticket changed for when he goes back to Hungary; trying to meet up in Paris before he arrives later in Hungary. The place was changing locations so their system would be down for about a week - not something that typically happens in a first world market economy, but in South America business is more of a hobby anyway.

-Nearly got crushed by the Olympic torch and its entourage, and the meager protest which marched just ahead of it, I guess Argentinian freedom-fighters were focused on the agrarians.

-Continued walking to Puerto Madero to buy bondiolas but found that the main street there was littered with Olympic torch press and fanfare, so we waited awhile to see it. The helocopters pushed us around and so did the harbor patrol, then the torch came round and people became oddly excited, like they actually watched the games, and we also walked on with the torch, and waved to the Chinese press in the RVs with their McDonald´s.

-Then we went to get the bondiolas and found that the health inspector had arrived earlier, probably because of the Olympics festivities, but they cleared out the tables and seats, and removed all the picnic style sauces, so we were only left with ketchup and mustard - awesome nonetheless.

-Came back to Bait after hanging out on Florida for a bit more, then hung out in the bar when everyone was there. Later went to Cronico, Post Street and Buenos Aires Bar, helping out Chris and Zsolt work their magic on a dumb Argentinian girl from the Bait bar, whose accent was worse than most - she unfortunately messed up our chill dynamic, but in the end Zsolt won out. We mutually agree that she isn´t invited from now on.