La Boca et al.

For those of you who are not so fluent in Czech I'll try to add some lines in English (or Spanish;-) now and then. Today was a great day (as somebody sings;-) and we're pretty tired again, yet our feet and legs are much worse off, that is, completely dead. We had a slow morning with a proper bodily clean-up, nice breakfast and some arranging of our upcoming future (we bought tickets to Ushuaia, the southernmost Argentinian town located, naturally, in Tierra del Fuego). Off by metro, we took it to the southernmost station (we were practicing going south;-) and then walked....I better admit we first ate again and we ate like kings! Shabby cafeteria packed with locals, mostly older men, fun and friendly camareros in the middle of the space, long U-shaped table all around them. A bit like sushi bars in Japan but there was no sushi passing by...but same as in Japan the waiter kept our dirty plates in front of us until we paid - as a reference of how much and what we have just consumed. Guess what we had...steaks, of course. A bit bloody and totally delicious! ;-) And a liter of beer for Jan (smaller bottles were not available) and some vino tinto for myself. Then we walked....we walked La Boca, which seemed a bit weird, a bit dangerous...and was felt so more and more as people told us "don't go that way, there are weird "chicos", "hide that camera", "put your backpack on your belly" etc. ...then we walked San Telmo, where we suddenly saw luxurious bars and shops yet there were some buildings that were falling apart too, ...and we walked el Microcentro, where Argentinian communists were holding a protest in front of the famous Casa Rosada (we took a pic of Evita's balcony) and where we saw our favorite street musicians (our second day here we saw them for the 3rd time and each time at a different place;-) (Still haven't bought their CD, we know we'll see them again;-) I must say the lunch and La Boca were the best. Not the dangerous La Boca, but the colourful, touristy La Boca, which is only three tiny streets big but worth the visit. Juan got to dance tango there with a professional dancer, but I did not manage to persuade him (I am glad!) to stay for a drink - he did not feel safe since the sunset was not far from arriving. We finished our outing at a traditional milonga (tango dance hall), where we had a cafe con leche and watched the tanguistas. Next time we'll dance...;-)