When traveling abroad always remember your map, the language your supposed to know, oh and how to get back home. If one fails, you have the other two, but if all fail, you’re screwed.
There’s two ways to get directions in Argentina, to no surprise they are the same as in the states, you either except the fact that you need help until someone helps you or you suck it up and ask. Usually I am one to just ask, but something about being in Argentina makes me force myself to learn.
So here we are, four of my group including me, on the corner of Paraguay y Florida holding a map out in front of us trying to find our way to the subte. We really only know the green line, and went we wrong direction to get to the green line. We can find the intersection on our map, and at this point multiple people have passed us. We have no idea where the nearest subte is but we are determined to make it there.
Thankfully an Argentine who knew English helped us out and we made it back to the residencia unscathed. Success.
There’s also a few ways around the city of Buenos Aires other than walking such as, bus, bike, rollerblading, taxi, and of course, the subte. The subte is their underground/subway. Like all subway systems, it’s packed with people during high traffic times like when my friends and I are going to school. Well, if you ever want to clear a subte car learn from me and just puke…I’m not kidding. When you think people can’t move because they are so packed in, you’re wrong. I got motion sick on the subte and I was convinced I could make it to my stop at cadetral before getting sick, again I was wrong. Though I have to say people on the subte are way more polite than I’m used to in the states. Before I got sick one man offered me his seat because I was not looking good about four stops from my destination, but also someone gave me a cough drop, which I learned is a social thing in the winter from my professor, so after I got sick I had something to get the taste out of my mouth.
Fun fact: I also threw up on Scotts pants, I can gareentee you he doesn’t want to see my breakfast ever again, but mostly on myself so no one else was effected by it really. I threw up one stop away from my destination and they cleaned the train. And don’t worry, I gave Scott a medialuna as an apology and told him breakfast was on me that day instead of on him.
Moving on to taxis, we had a week of free travel and for some of that I was with my parents in Rio de Janerio. Well, in the grand scheme of traveling problems that could happen, getting up at 3:30am to confirm my reservation and being told I had one, then at 4:30 not getting the taxi I reserved from the airport because I was told they were more trust worthy than regular taxis, 4:50 am being told they don’t have my reservation (after they confirmed it and my professor had made the reservation for me) and that I had to get a taxi to basically get there right then is pretty bad.
I won’t lie, I cried a little bit.
It was really frustrating and I was scared to take a regular taxi cab because I had heard all these terrible stories about them, but you know what? It worked out. After hailing my third taxi, one waved at me when I raised my hand to get his attention and the other just drove off while glaring at me, I got in and told him where I had to go, in Spanish, and he took me to the airport. He didn’t do anything, he didn’t even talk to me which with the morning I had was just what I wanted. Sure, I was worried he was taking me for a ride, but I wasn’t in the position to do anything about it. It was 550 pesos to get there and it was the same to get back to my residencia when I got back and took a different taxi, not from taxi Eziaza. This time I had exact change so it was even better. I guess what I want to say is don’t believe everything you hear and embrace the experience of just giving away to chance. I made my flight, the driver was nice to me, and as far as I know neither took extra money from me.