2012: Rosario... A visual diary

Hola Amigos,
We had a ball in Cordoba, but today I´m going to fill in my dear blog on our time in Rosario, just so we don´t forget it. And then, I will write about Cordoba in the next day or so. I am a little bit pedantic about keeping the blog in the right timeline, a blog for each place we go, but its hard when there isn't WiFi, as its so much easier to blog from our own computer. Well NOW we are in Tucuman (Yerba Buena, about 30 minutes from the capital), and we do have wifi, so, back tracking, history, the past... Back to Rosario!

Rosario was lovely, a beautiful city with a relaxed feel to it. It is a much bigger city than Melbourne, but it doesn´t have an urban sprawl, it is a city surrounded by farms and rivers. I don´t have too much to say about our time there, it was nice, we enjoyed ourselves thorougly and had some busy days and some lazy days. Our first night we spent in a hostel, which turned out to be terrible as the other guests had their pre drinks until 3am, I thought about joining them because it was impossible to beat them but we were exhausted after a long day of travel. The only positive about the hostel was the nearly 100 year old copy of The Jungle Book that I found in their book swap library. So, for the rest of our time in Rosario we stayed at student accomodation that was almost empty for the holidays, it was nothing too special but a couple of single beds, grotty shared bathrooms and a big, mostly equipped kitchen.

So... Rosario.. In pictures, with perhaps a few words thrown in...

James made a friend!

Chilling in the park, tired after our first night in Rosario.

A shrine with the eternal flame inside, and the flag monument in the background.

The flag monument - a monument to the man who
designed the flag (which was first flown in Rosario!)
The monument also contains his crypt. The aerial views
in some of the below pictures are from the top of
the flag monument.

A crazy busker who picked up that we were tourists
and picked on us for his entire show, it was
funny, but he could have been telling
everyone we were from the moon for all we knew!

We were both roped in for some 'crowd participation'!

We went to the circus, it was pretty great!

I find it hard to believe myself, but they had 9 motorbikes riding in here... 9!

And only one of them was female...

We went on a 2 hour river to of the Rio Parana,
the same river that forms the delta in Tigre and the
port of Buenos Aires. It was beautiful,
full of wildlife.

'Mate' (pronounced mah-tay) the national drink. The cup is full of the dried
leaves of the 'Yerba Mate' plant, then with hot water and sometimes sugar,
sometimes with coffee too. You drink it through a metal straw with a filter in
the end. I enjoy it, its quite bitter at the start, but the cup is refilled with water
over and over until the thermos is empty and it gets weaker.

Everywhere you go in Argentina people are carrying
a thermos, a container with mate, a container with sugar
and a mate gourd and straw! Everywhere!

Che Guevara, is he a positive or negative figure
for Argentinians, no one will give me a straight answer.
Who knows. He is not idolised, but he is remembered.