On Sunday morning we headed to one of the many homes of tango - San Telmo. There was a flea market there with everything from soda bottles to milk urns, sheet music to china dolls, and of course, other assorted bric-a-brac. We made a few select purchases (mostly small pressies for home) and had a really poor lunch sat next to the rudest 4 people we`ve met for a long time. One of them deliberately wouldn`t let us move our chair so we could sit down adn then, as a local TV camera started filming, started preening and posing, only to find the cameraman focusing on other people. HAHA.

In the afternoon Jen and Rich went around the Racoleta market, masses of craft stalls (more pressies) and various live entertainers. The people watched and maneged to spend more time doing this than it took me and Helen to go to la Boca, watch a footy match, get kept in the stadium for 30 mins, and get back. So onto the footy. Boca Juniors is the home of Argentinian football and has spawned more than one future international - Diego `Hand of God` Maradona being hte most (in) famous. Fortunately the drug-taking fat cheat wasn`t there or I would have really struggled to have blended in. This coupled with the fact that a flag to commemorate the Falklands dead was paraded before the start of the match made me a little less than confortable. But not to worry as we were safely sat in the tourist section, in the main stand, away from the kop-esque ends of the grounds where people regularly get mugged and the like both before, during and after the games...

The crowd itself was pretty big, the stadium (which is a bizarre and cavernous 3-sided/3-tiered thing) holding 60,000 plus must have been nearly full...over 50,000 there. Independiete brought their full contingent of fans (about 4-5,000) and the stage was set for a flowing, entertaining goal-glut...which erm, never came. The match itself was pretty poor, loads of diving around, play acting, falling over as if attacked by a machete that kind of thing, but the atmostphere was amazing. Jumpin, singing, gesturing, and that was just us. The hardcore fans behind each goal kept singing throughout the whole match and did this great little bounce on the spot and then bump everyone around routine every now and then which, with an estimate of about 10,000 of them packed into one of the stands looked and sounded amazing. When we finally got out fo the ground (they give the away fans 20 minutes head start to get away before getting a kicking) we were bundled back into our minibus and we went, in convoy, straight back to the hotel, via some of the seedier, less than salubrious Barrios. We were even warned to keep our windows shut, and, having been shot more than a couple of glances I was more than happy to do so.

In the evening we went out for another steak (that`s 14 in a row now - think about 7/8 kilos of cow) and headed back via the arcades where, I can reveal, that I won the motorbikes, Jen won the cars (Helen and Rich were nowhere!!!) and then she slaughtered me on the airhockey thingy (7-1, I was robbed...). We also had a few goes on the drum thingy with the drum sticks and I can confirm it is bloody hard. I think in about 10 games only once did we clear a level. Jen and Helen did some magnificent comedy dancing for mine and Richard´s enjoyment on one of those dance machine thingies. Each game cost us 10p so in total we spent about 4 quid between us - BRILLIANT!!!

Today has seen us finally leave our hotel which was excellent (the hotel Goya on Suipacha) and post a parcel home thru DHL and Neil (CHEERS!) although they wouldn`t let us send our art back as customs wouldn`t clear it or something (cost all of about 40 quid in total) so we´re going ot have to think of another plan there. We`re off to Iguazu overnight and have booked into a hotel and booked onto a couple of excursions with H & R. Looking forward to it.

Although we`re ready to move on we`re a bit sad to leave BA, it`s a wonderful city, full of great buildings and amazing food. Yes so it`s a bit scary off the beaten track but then isn`t everywhere...?