It was a long journey.  Almost 30 hours sitting down on busses, airplanes, shuttles and metros to get to the little courtyard Bed and Breakfast, the Caseron Porteno.  Everything went smoothly even though I was certain that the shuttle driver in Bellingham would say something like "Sorry, you´re not on my list", and our whole perfectly linked up journey would be squandered.  But, that wasn´t the way it went at all, and all of our tickets were in place and reservations held.  However, the two of us were worse for the wear by the time we were arrived in Buenos Aires.  The food on the plane was crummy or non-existant, we didn´t sleep much, and for some reason, Heather began sudden sneezing fits that lasted for the last couple of hours. 

After our plane touched down we proceeded through customs, showed our passports and had our bags scanned.  It seemed more for show than for actual security.  Once we were through, we were on our own in a country where, even though we had a passing faculty with the language, we could barely understand anyone.  We did manage to purchase tickets and get a bus to Buenos Aires, unlike the ´lucky´ pair with the surf board!  The ride was fairly uneventful, except for the gentleman in the seat in front of us who didn´t seem to know how to turn off is alarm.  It kept beeping every couple of minutes.  After 3/4 of an hour, we were dropped of in Buenos Aires with no Argentine pesos and no idea of where our pension was located.  On top of that, it was Sunday morning, the streets were empty and most shops were closed.

Luckily for us, Heather has been having an unending, constant need to find bathrooms on this trip, so that became our mission.  We walked up the street with pretty much 0 idea of where we were headed to find some sort of life.  We passed by several ATMs that were locked behind beautiful glass doors.   Just out of reach but in plain sight so they could taunt us weak travellers.  In a fleeting fit of desperation, we decided to try our mediocre Whatcom Educational Credit Union card in the swiper outside the door.   To our utter amazement, the light flashed ¨green¨as if we had passed some sort of test.  Woo hoo!  Money!!! We were suddenly becoming acquainted with the new area.  Now Bathroom.

...to be continued.