We landed in Buenos Aires (BA) airport feeling pretty rough having spent the night flying 10 hours without any sleep. I really didn’t know what to expect from our first taste of South America. As we got off the plane we were segregated into two lines, Aussies, Canadians, Americans and then all the other nationalities. Ben and Vicks we ushered through promptly as we were stuck in line. We were lugged with a $100 USD entrance fee each by an abrupt customs official and cattle herded to the next line. Good start on all accounts.
Ben had all the apartment info and had left to baggage by then. As we waited in line an aggressive customs agent was drilling an obviously gay couple in front of us on where they were staying and why they didn’t know the exact address. This started to worry as we didn’t have those details either; I was pretty impressed that I had remembered the suburb to be honest. A tense ten minutes later we thankfully got another official who was blasé but still pretty short. Slightly relieved we progressed to the slowest moving baggage carousel in history and the jeers of Ben and Vicks (collectively known as Bicky) having passed through quickly with no fee on their British passports. I don’t know how that works since the Brits fought a war against the Argentinians and we Aussies had done nothing but be pleasant as far as I know…..Maybe there is something in that?
All the bags were thankfully collected which is always a concern for Justin and I and after a twenty minute wait we were bundled into our transfer van which obviously caters for South Americans who subsequently are small people. Ben and Plum are not small people and we had to have a mini game of twister to get in. With faces squeezed up against windows and bodies snug against each other we set off.
