From good old Argentinean times only the immensity of red tape remained. The checkup was routine work. Everywhere around were guardians, customsmen, policemen, attendants, and the clerks did a lot of writing.
The money change doesn't go without personal document and lot of writing. I remember this procedures, ten years back I had to do the same work to change our money to few german marks. I changed the money on airport and immediately bought few road maps which didn't come to be on help. If I was on the trip without a guide, they would be very useful for sure.
The foreigners pass thru check without troubles. Obviously they doesn't inspect them a lot, but the locals are checked completely. I passed by customs so fast I forgot to take my luggage. At exit I met Willy who retrieved a situation by arranging my return to search for my bag again.
After sleepless night, after moving on hot plane chair, and thinking about nothing, the expectation of departure was really a relaxation. Thirteen hours of seating in a plane is endurable, then becomes displeased, and finally become a bore. Instead expected frost my back was burning like the seat was heated. Shoes became like a pot of embers.
Finally, it was my fault. I could boot lighter shoes which I took for roaming in Buenos Aires, but I put them into transport luggage. What did pretty greek girl think about when I boot off my shoes, I didn't care, moreover, she didn't say a single word on entire flight at all.
After millions of lights on densely populated Italy and Spain, the darkness of Atlantic begins, which replaces later the sameness of Brazilian forests. Above South America, on every few hundred miles of distance wide light spots of bigger towns appear. Over Porto Allege thin haze with dusk came in sight which changed against Buenos Aires to dense yellowish clouds.
We landed thru thin layers of veil clouds beyond which small square shapes of Buenos Aires were visible. On exit of tunnel the vapor steamed on our faces. Buenos Aires was cold and humid.