"Stuck" in Buenos Aires

So I'm still "stuck" here in Buenos Aires. But please don't associate being stuck with having a bad time by any means. Long story short, it took 2 hours to get a new passport yet it has taken 10 days and counting to get new credit/debit cards. Moral of the story: don't get your shit stolen in the first place. During my extended stay here in B.A. I have fallen in love with this city. It has everything a young American male could ask for, it's cheap, the women are top-notch, weather has been impeccable and most importantly the beer and red-meat flow like the salmon of Capistrano. And although I yearning to continue my voyage into the frigid Patagonia, I know for a fact that this city hasn't seen the last of me.

Conrad's South African roommate, Stuart (ya I know, the incorrect spelling), lent me his camera to shoot photos for some articles he's working on. He is a free-lance writer who is currently working or has worked on all sorts of projects for the press back home, including stories about: A small community of Afrikaners who fled to southern Argentina during times of British oppression, cruises to Antarctica, and much much more.

So here are some photos I took today, still hunting for a replacement Canon battery charger :(

The Dogwalker: not uncommon to see someone walking 8-10-12 dogs at once for a living.

A statue in front of the Casa Rosada (Argentine Executive Building)

It turns out this march, comprised of a few hundred, had more intensity and rhythm than any "Anti-War" protest I've ever seen in the U.S. I'm ashamed.

Obelisco in the center of Buenos Aires.
My local Subte stop, Scalibrini Ortiz, which runs like a charm. My only complaint is that it was built by the Brits, therefore the trains run on the tracks the opposite way as the traffic does on the street above, it can be a bit confusing.