We were out of the door by 10:30 and were in search of Ernesto ‘Che’ Guevara’s house of birth and brief residence. The guidebook said it was a must see, so the hostel worker, Martín, showed us on the map where to find it. We came to the block where it was located but found nothing. There was a small plaza with a picture of Che. Steven and I were confused and disappointed. With the warm sun beating down on us, we pressed onward towards the Río Paraná. We were met with many stray dogs (the entire country is filled with them) and a beautiful riverside view. We scaled the river and eventually came to the Monument of the National Flag.
Some 200 years ago, Manuel Belgrano (
The view from the top was breath taking, as we tool our obligatory pictures. We could look out all four faces of the monument; it required some shuffling past other tourists in a very small hallway. We came back down and saw a park, some mounted howitzers/cannons, and several artisans setting up shop along the banks of the river. We proceeded to the tourist information, still in search of Che’s house. They kindly aimed us in the right direction. We found the apartment complex which is still in use today! There is no exhibit or museum, only a small, red flag that flies over one of the windows that reads casa natal de Che Guevara, and an adjacent plaza with a small mural. We could have kicked ourselves for missing it the first time. Disappointed, we didn’t even take a picture to log our visit to the revolutionary’s house.
Steven at Che's plaza with a friend.
Instead we went to lunch. We went to a restaurant named El Mejor or The Best, which lived up to its expectations as its name would suggest. We both had entrecot (a steak) and went back to the hostel to freshen up. We picked up some warmer clothes in anticipation of the weather getting colder and headed to Plaza de la Independencia. In search of a garden we never found, we settled for a long stroll in the park which was very reminiscent of
We departed and sought out the city museum for some history. We did so only to be snubbed again and found no museum, nor any pedestrians who knew of its whereabouts or in one case its existence. I do not respect the city with what I am about to say, but
Plaza de la Independencia.
We arrived at the museum and were impressed by its outside. It looked like an old refinery, with six tanks panted in vibrantly different colors. The inside proved to be another disappointment on the day. Perhaps it’s because I’m not a big fan of modern art. Or maybe I don’t get it. Whatever the reason, the museum did not sit well with me. I found the lack of variance in pieces boring and some pieces too droll to be called art. The highpoint for me was seeing a digitally modified shot of El Prado and a motorbike race taking place inside. This day had me thinking of
We walked along the river again and encountered a myriad of football games. We found a small café, had some
Dapple, Sancho, and I.
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