Archives mensuelles : août 2003


Aside from the banks, which look closed but are open behind the metal protecting the windows, you can see you are in a special city when you come across an Ex-Harrod’s totally shut down in the main pedestrian zone.

Yes, there was a Harrod’s here, don’t ask me since when, but it did shut down before the crisis, and after the war. Anyway, it’s a nice building and it’s still empty.

I would smile if they could reconvert it into a « Casa de los Artesanos » or something
like that, with small stores selling handicraft goods.

It would make a fun contrast with the one in Knightsbridge…

Let’s Party at the Cemetery!

It’s quite special, but a very trendy area of Buenos Aires where there are many
nocturnal activities is located at Recoleta, just around the cemetery where all
most important Argentines are buried, including Evita, but excluding Carlos
Gardel, the famous tango composer.

Therefore, you have all these bars, the cinema, « terrasses », with view on…
The cemetery walls!

Special, isn’t it? I hope they aren’t too bothered by the noise.


Argentina is not supposed to be a nationalistic country. Chileans are, of course, it’s an Argentine that told me.

However, every map of Argentina includes the Islas Malvinas, called Falklands by English-speakers. These islands are claimed by Argentina since some time, after the English colonised the islands that were not occupied enough by Spain, then Argentina. Then, I recall reading that Spain, then Argentina in the middle of an independence war, did not protest enough.

Following what I have learnt of International Law, this lack of protest after the occupation is called acquiescence and would a strong influence if an International Court was to proceed on the issue. Whether fair or unfair, this is probably why the dispute has not and will not be brought in front of the Court.

We can always discuss the influence of the Empire and its colonisation on actual hot spots, such as the Middle East or Cyprus, but that will not be the point here.

Anyway, just to say that Argentine maps also all include as part of its territory a chunk of the Antarctic, doesn’t matter if some of it is claimed and by Argentina, and by Chile. And by the United Kingdom.

Chile can also include it on its maps if it wants, and everyone’s happy.

Streetwise in England

We keep saying Buenos Aires is a dangerous city, but I found a way to make England and its streets a dangerous place for me.

I could buy a « remera » (T-shirt – at least they have a proper word for it, not like us, French-speakers!) in a Souvenir shop with a big map of the already mentioned islands, with the bold inscription « Islas Malvinas Argentinas » (capital city: forget about Stanley, it’s Puerto Argentino, of course!) on it.

I could wear it in England next Summer.

I won’t buy it. I am so streetwise.

Boca – Chacarita

I’ve just been this afternoon to the hottest cauldron of Buenos Aires, I have named the mythical Bombonera of La Boca, home of Club Atletico Boca Juniors.

Streetwise, I payed a bit more and booked this game through an agency that specially organises football matches for tourists. Indeed, there are often riots outside the football stadium. Therefore it was very comfortable to have a minivan dropping us in front of the
doors and picking us up that close after the game, as well as having a guide to escort us to our seats.

Well, this time the match was a bit different.

The quality of the game was not extraordinary, but what a great atmosphere with
the fans singing and shouting enough to shake the stadium. And we really had
great seats.

I said it was different. Yes, indeed exceptionally this time the action was in
the stands, luckily not around the best seats we had but where the adverse
supporters were « parked ». Chacarita has a serious rivalry with Boca since 2
years I think for I am not sure which stupid reason.

They started throwing what they found at the Boca fans below and beside them,
Boca fans replied rushing through the aisles from their kop to reach the other side of the
stadium and participate. The police, that wasn’t this time inside the stadium as usual, took a hell of a lot of time to intervene to stop the chaos, ending up using tear-gas once the fans had started breaking the barriers. Quite efficient. I didn’t suffer, just wondering after a few minutes and a slight breeze why I suddenly had become slightly over-emotional. The tears didn’t come.

The type of events that reminds you about the stupidity of the human race, especially when in packs. In case you had forgotten.

The game was stopped 20 minutes before the end, Boca leading 2-0. One advice if
you want to see a football match in Argentina: be streetwise.

In fact, be streetwise at any time, anywhere, at home or on holiday. It can

Urban Soul

Buenos Aires is organised as a grid, with very long avenues crossing each other every 100 metres, making it quite easy to find your way, or get disoriented.

Each time you pass one « cuadra » (block), the house numbers increases by one hundred. Therefore at number 3300 you are at 33 cuadras from the harbour, or from the street that does the main East-West divide of the city.

As mentioned before, most of Argentine streets have names of (sometimes) obscure (especially to me) persons of Argentine history. Slightly boring. The others have the name of Argentine Provinces. I prefer (me, the Geographer).

Anyway, why don’t they have the variety we have in Europe? Well, creating a city from scratch on a (close to) virgin land in the 16th century has its consequences.

You have to search for the soul of the city in another dimension.

Bizarre Thoughts

Well, it’s common knowledge that a bath empties itself spinning in the other direction in the Southern Hemisphere, and that I’m writing this post the head upside down on the other side of the planet.

Or rather, it’s just a question of reference. Maybe we could say that the Earth
is revolving around the sun in the other direction, that clocks should go anticlockwise and then Europe would be upside down.

Anyway, I tend to forget when orienting my map that when I look at the sun at midday, in fact I am looking up (again, reference…) North. And that the sun did not rise on my left and will not set on my right, but rather the opposite, rise on my right and set on my left… Think about it!

And then, when you’re straight ON the Equator? Well… You can choose.

All I know is that I am STILL left-handed.