In Buenos Aires, fitting in is a more complicated process than simply knowing your steak, wine and football, or becoming a pro at multiple-dog walking, staring and protesting. Here are some ways you can act, live and love like a local. If you follow them you might just avoid men on passing motorbikes hollering “gringa!” (but […]Read more "HOW TO ACT LIKE A LOCAL IN BUENOS AIRES"
When in Buenos Aires, open your eyes and bellies to the craze that keeps evolving – underground supper clubs. Last week I dined with an ousted cult from Alabama, a brain surgeon on sabbatical and an ex-prostitute from Amsterdam, complete with mini-me poodle (still a poodle). Welcome to the puerta cerrada closed-door dining experience. Fixed menus, themed nights and paired wines, all hosted in someone’s house. It sounds very bourgeois bohemian, doesn’t it? That’s because it is.Read more "BUENOS AIRES SUPPER CLUBS: Go underground or go home"
Remember Bambi, that carefree fawn galavanting about in the forest before reaching his (Spoiler Alert) mum’s untimely death? Those were Patagonian trees. How about the grandiose Himalayas in Seven Years in Tibet? They’re the Andes acting as location-doubles. As for the bleak mountains on the border of Chile and Argentina in Alive? – OK, that’s […]Read more "Top Argentine Film Locations"
Buenos Aires. Meaty Mecca for overdosing on chargrilled cow. The capital of mate, of the mullet, and of dancing to the most melancholy music in the world. The only city in the world where staring at strangers, joining a picket line, feasting at midnight, multiple dog walking, drumming up drama, weekly therapy, and cheat nights (that […]Read more "20 Things You Would Not Expect to do in Buenos Aires"
Full of extremes and drama, the skies of Buenos Aires are as tormented as its tango and its people. One minute the heavens above the Argentine capital are smiling – and the next they’ve opened up. Rain = Floods = Chaos. Porteños are hesitant to go out when it’s tempestuous – and not just because […]Read more "WHAT TO DO WHEN IT RAINS IN BUENOS AIRES: MY TOP 20 TIPS"
If you’ve come to Argentina under the illusion you’re in for a heat sensation of the oral variety, then you’re wrong. No warm reception here. I have a spice vice, a chilli fetish. I like it hot. And we’re talking serious heat. No pussying around with a Korma curry. I scissor skinny bird’s-eyes raw into […]Read more "VARIETY IS THE SPICE OF LIFE, BUT I PREFER CHILLIES"