Like so many megacities in the world, Buenos Aires is known for having two many airports, both of which are on opposite sides of this humongous city. The flight into Buenos Aires was followed by a harrowing bus ride that would´ve made Officer Jack Traven mess his pants. Our chaufre made mince meat out of gridlock, gliding between cars as if he were driving a speck. This wasn´t just a man racing from point a to b. He was cool, calculating, a truely liberated mind who would not be shackled by arbitrary boundaries such as lanes and common sense. Countless vehicles were cutoff while others were forced onto the shoulder, yet not single horn was blasted in malice at our bus. The slow moving masses in our wake were obviously impressed. I had to shake his hand on the way out.
I counted six hamburger and brotwurst joints just outside the airport, and another two inside. I am about to go have my fifth burger in the last 18 hours. Wish me luck...
Lovin this country so far.
Oh yeah...I have officially chosen a theme song for my journey:
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