Dont cry for me Argentina..ok delay me then
3.1.07
If I didnt know better Id be convinced Im not supposed to leave Argentina. Flight changes with nothing confirmed as a plan,storms knocking lines out and the possibility of roads been washed away and trees being down.
We headed off at 6 this morning to allow time to make sure that there was a road and it was clear and we could check internet and that.
We dropped Vero off first about 4 hours later and wished each other luck etc. I kinda had the last laugh with her. Knowing she wouldnt accept any more money off me Id put 100 pesos in her bag without her knowing. Talking to Natti at new year she was telling me how poor her family is and how hard her mum works to keep both girls in education. Her dad and mum are seperated. 100 pesos is a reference book or something for the field. Shes a great kid and although language and conversation was hard we had a giggle and I know she wanted to help a lot more.
After checking emails ( Jude Im sorry I cant do quiz at the moment!) we found out we had to goto Salta airport 2 hrs 45mins later I got there.. I said bye to C&S and Calito which was sad. They had played such a big part in this part of the trip. Ferrying us everywhere ( without Gregs price ranges!), supporting,motivating,encouraging and a determination that made mine pale with its lack of boundrys. We had chats about how much they have learned aswell which is good I feel Ive achieved something by teaching them something.
After being told flight was delayed for half hour ( Great less time for connecting flight) eventually we got on board.
@ and a half hours later landed in Buenos (flight ok followed drs order!) Got picked up and sped through |Buenos to the other airport only to find I had a hour wait before th check in desks opened. Good old TAM ( boo hiss). I started to feel slighly worried that luggage may go off on it own adventure again after the last TAM (boo hiss) incident. So an hour and a half later I checked in then had to get in the queue for airport taxes (55pesos) It was at this point I got even more worried.
I dont know why but I was getting evil looks from a white nun. I hadnt worn my horns today and wasnt in a revealing top or anything but this nun was most definatly not liking me. She looked a bit like a thin Dawn French but she really had decided she didnt like the look of me and glared at every available opportunity which is a bit unsettling. I was wearing my St Christopher so I dont know what I had done! I certainly understood Father Jack Hacketts phobia of nuns in Father Ted and the Blues Brothers fear of the penguin after that. Escaping quite quickly before I burst into flames or something from her look my flight was then delayed an hour.