But for all intents and purposes, this may be my last post before I return from Antarctica. I lied, just like everybody in the House, MD, narrative-verse.
I think I rushed it, too. Some days you get the bear and some days the bear gets the picnic basket. Or lazy joke due to the 5 am time? Tough to say, other than it is 5 am as I type this. I came down to the lobby to see the Vavilov ship off to the airport and wish them a Bon Voyage! Afterwards, I returned to the room and dozed for another hour or two.
Today was a free day in Buenos Aires and neither Meg nor I did much in the way of prepping. We were tempted by the high speed ferry to Uruguay but it was a pricey proposition for a not-necessarily-stellar experience.
Nonetheless it remains my hope to grab an afternoon k to loosen the stiff muscles before leaving tomorrow for the Ioffe.
First stop on our triangle of tourism was the Paseo de la Historieta in San Telmo, a street lined with 3-D statues of famous Argentinian cartoon characters. But sometimes bullets are bitten and such is the case here. We began our tour with Mafalda, a young girl seeking world peace in the land of adults.
