24 September -- Señor Tango

Later that night, we went to one of these massive flashy tango shows. Might as well, right? I'm so glad we trusted the judgement of our Buenos Aires contact, Javier, because otherwise we never would have gone somewhere called Señor Tango.

I got the gitchy feeling when we arrived in our van full of gringos, only to be met at the front door by more loud, fat Americans. I hate loud, fat Americans in the best of times, but to think that we might have to be seated next to a drunk guy who's most comfortable with a foam wedge of cheese on his head-- it was just too much.

Fortunately, we were seated at a table with Spanish speakers. This presented a problem all of its own. It was our first day in this country, at about 10 at night, and let's just say that my conversational skills were not at their peak. One nice man, who happens to be the operations manager for the Hard Rock Cafe in Rio de Janeiro, took pity on us and talked to us in English.

The food was fantastic. I had a perfect steak and the table wine, because this was Argentina, far surpassed anything I had expected. After dinner, the the show started out cheesy but got mesmerizing right quick.


Yeah, this guy actually flew in whilst playing the accordion. Chris can correct me later on exactly which type of instrument in the squeezebox family this thing is.

But he flew in. I had no idea at the time, but this was to be the first of several incredibly surreal moments in this trip.





















I know blurry = artsy is not always true, and I would have preferred a clear picture, but I'll take this.



This guy has been doing this for the last 185 years.