In the metropolis like Buenos Aires, you can be lost in a moment. At all events it is good to have noted somewhere the name and the address of your hotel, but still better is to have the city map in your pocket. Soon I orientated myself to red house which I named 'La roja casa'. At loafing around I often lost my feeling where I exactly am, but with help of this house I had always found the right way.
The town decays slow and quiet although everywhere the new building is noticeable. High buildings at the seaside raise over low houses that throng towards the center of the town. New skyscrapers are built very originally and each itself is interesting enough that the camera often lands in your hands.
From airport to hotel drove us the little minibus which was equipped with a kind of climate gear or what could I say to that blowing of air straight to my head. We met with Marjan in hotel and burnt up that morning to late night. Two-bed room in four stars hotel cost us thirty dollars what was very cheap even for us. All in the room was working as it should, even rinse kettle in toilets. The electric connectors were combined, so I didn't need any adapters, nor later in Chile. I was lucky because the adapter I carried didn't work at all.
The traffic flows fast. Buses and hacks drive near sidewalks that you feel they will hit you. At turning in crossings, the long buses often run over the edge of the paved footways.
Even the traffic looks very mad and bewildered, in whole three weeks of my journey over Argentina and Chile I haven't saw a single car accident. The policemen are frequent and stop the cars often, but are not attended to unregistered cars or driver's trespasses.