060705 - ARRIVAL IN SOUTH AMERICA
On July 5th my flight left Munich in the morning. Since it was with Iberia we had to go through the all new Madrid Airport. I heard so many things about Iberia (people not getting their luggage, having to wait 10 days before it was handed over to them, bad service, moody flight attendants) that I didn´t have any expectations whatsoever. So it didn´t come to me as surprise that the snack imbiss turned into a self-catering where a delegate from every row of seats sprinted to the back of the plane and begged the flight attendant for a sandwich and a soda. And I looked funny, when I ask him if I could have a coffee and all he said was a snoody "I only have tea!" What surprised me, though, was when my luggage arrived togehter with me on time. ;o)
During the flight I got to meet a friendly, young Argentinian musician who offered me to stay at his place while waiting for my connecting flight in the morning. He even helped finding an agency where I could buy the ticket to Bolivia.
Hamster had left me three choices - and i picked the location to which the next possible flight would leave to in the morning. Santa Cruz, eastern Bolivia it was. I had no idea what would await me. But that didn't matter.
The issuing-the-ticket-part took longer than expected cause the agent had to answer all incoming messages on her MSN messenger. Since Diego and I had nothing else to be at a certain time we didn´t mind. And I felt right back in South America. ;o)
Travelling with locals always sharpens one´s awareness of dangers and annoyances. I had heard that Buenos Aires wasn´t exactly the role model city when it comes to safety concerns at night (just like any other big city around the globe), but when Diego locked the taxi doors from inside I knew I better keep my eyes open. Getting to Diego's place didn't take too long and we spend the night talking with his girlfriend, his brother and a friend while enjoying some Argentinian red wine, bred and cheese. ;o)
On July 5th my flight left Munich in the morning. Since it was with Iberia we had to go through the all new Madrid Airport. I heard so many things about Iberia (people not getting their luggage, having to wait 10 days before it was handed over to them, bad service, moody flight attendants) that I didn´t have any expectations whatsoever. So it didn´t come to me as surprise that the snack imbiss turned into a self-catering where a delegate from every row of seats sprinted to the back of the plane and begged the flight attendant for a sandwich and a soda. And I looked funny, when I ask him if I could have a coffee and all he said was a snoody "I only have tea!" What surprised me, though, was when my luggage arrived togehter with me on time. ;o)
During the flight I got to meet a friendly, young Argentinian musician who offered me to stay at his place while waiting for my connecting flight in the morning. He even helped finding an agency where I could buy the ticket to Bolivia.
Hamster had left me three choices - and i picked the location to which the next possible flight would leave to in the morning. Santa Cruz, eastern Bolivia it was. I had no idea what would await me. But that didn't matter.
The issuing-the-ticket-part took longer than expected cause the agent had to answer all incoming messages on her MSN messenger. Since Diego and I had nothing else to be at a certain time we didn´t mind. And I felt right back in South America. ;o)
Travelling with locals always sharpens one´s awareness of dangers and annoyances. I had heard that Buenos Aires wasn´t exactly the role model city when it comes to safety concerns at night (just like any other big city around the globe), but when Diego locked the taxi doors from inside I knew I better keep my eyes open. Getting to Diego's place didn't take too long and we spend the night talking with his girlfriend, his brother and a friend while enjoying some Argentinian red wine, bred and cheese. ;o)
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