You know it’s too hot when…..

What a scorcher, 33 degrees today and super humid. The hotel has a sandwich toaster, I haven’t seen one since university so had a trip down memory lane. Today was a big walking day, we started at the Eva Peron museum and I had an audio guide. It started in early childhood and went through her life, interspersed with items of her fabulous wardrobe. It’s astonishing to think that she died aged 33 of cervical cancer, that’s younger than I am now, but she achieved so much in her short life. 

On we trekked, and it really was a trek, in soaring temperatures. Everyone walks in a thin line under the shade, we started to follow the locals. We had lunch and our Spanish is improving, we are now ordering normal food, but alas we can’t get people to take our order! We were sat there over 20 minutes trying to get the attention of the waiter. I say we now have the lingo, ensalada nicoise and pollo Caesar

On we walked, to the Cementerio de la Recoleta, where Eva is buried in the Duarte family tomb, two levels under. In the museum we saw the damaged body after it was embalmed, then Juan Peron went into exile but didn’t have time to take the body, so the military damaged the body. A video clip showed the broken feet and nose, it was rather harrowing. It was easy to find the tomb, follow the people! It’s getting quite a tradition for us to visit cemetery’s while on holiday, this one was very similar to Pere Lachaise in Paris…but cleaner and a little more organised. It was a little odd seeing all the coffins though. It was a suntrap, the while tombs radiated the sun and Ali came out with the line ‘You know it’s too hot when your pants stick to you’! Lovely.

On we travelled, we had to meet our tour company to find out our flight time and had excellent news, we aren’t on the 4:40 am flight, we are on the 8:05! We imagined getting up at 13:30 in the morning for the first flight. We then visited Torre Monumental, although this wasn’t its original name, it was amended after 1982, although it was donated by the British in 1916. It’s a replica of Big Ben, with the order of the garter insignia, the shamrock, rose, thistle and dragon interspersed with the sun of the Argentinian flag. It was badly damaged in 1982 and the British Square has had its name changed too as a result. Inside the tower was like an oven, the museum host really wanted to talk to me though, so had to watch as sweat dripped off my nose.

Back to the hotel, on route we managed to catch the rush hour metro, a normal flavoured pizza and then bed, heading further south tomorrow.