Que pasa

There’s not a lot for me to report on the tango front. The week before last I tried a new milonga for me – the Tuesday afternoon El Arranque at Salón La Argentina. I got there shortly after it opened, at about 3:30pm and stayed for about 4 hours. There weren’t many people there when I arrived but by 5pm there were about 100 people, with an excess of men. So rather more people than the Monday afternoon milonga at La Ideal. I was the only extranjero (foreigner) there and easily the youngest man in the room by at least 15 years. Some of the guys looked like they’d have difficulty walking without a zimmer frame, never mind dancing. A couple of the women were possibly in the same decade as me, the rest were at least a decade older. Despite those things, or maybe because of them, I danced all the tandas I wanted to.

The following night at Sueño Porteño I had something of an epiphany (in the feeling sense). It struck me that actually I don’t need to tango every day. This came as quite a surprise and I haven’t worked out all the ramifications yet. On the practical front it does mean I’ve only been out to dance 4 times since then including (another new one for me) the Nuevo Chiqué 1st anniversary milonga at Casa de Galicia. 3 of them were rather disappointing outings because my heart wasn’t in it, but last night at los Consagrados was good as usual.

There’s a photo from El Arranque and a few from Nuevo Chiqué in my Milongas set on Flickr.

I’ve had a few days out and about sightseeing. One was a wander around Plaza de Mayo and Puerto Madero. Plaza de Mayo houses many government buildings and the architecture is very grandiose and monumental. Puerto Madero is rather like London’s Docklands – a rejuvenation of the docks area into a luxury flats and fine dining complex complete with a single pylon suspension/swing bridge, La Puente de la Mujer. According to the designer it represents a couple dancing tango but I can’t really see it myself. Have a look at the photos in my Plaza de Mayo and Puerto Madero set and see if you can.

Another was a wander around Palermo and Recoleta, including the world famous Cementerio Recoleta. Having been before I didn’t need to track down the tombs of the rich and famous in general, or Eva Peron in particular. But it was a good excuse to take a few photos.

The third was a visit to Palacio Barolo in Avenida de Mayo. When it was built it was the tallest building in Buenos Aires, at 100m, and the views across the city from the lighthouse at the top are quite impressive. At the time of writing this post, their website is broken but you can read a bit more about the building and it’s history here and see some photos in my Palacio Barolo set at Flickr.

In a couple of weeks I will either have to go and sit in Migraciones all day and pay $300 (pesos not US dollars) to renew my visa, or take a boat trip across the Rio de la Plata to Uruguay. Spending the money on the boat trip sounds like the better option…

I’m making a bit of progress on the castellano front. Slow and not at all steady, but progress nonetheless.

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4 Responses to “Que pasa”

  1. tangogales says:

    Ha! I knew you would like El Aranque, though I am surprised there were more men than women, usually it is the other way around.
    You are going to find an older crowd at the daytime milongas, because that is the way it is, still you got to dance all you wanted,Good.

  2. Mark says:

    Everywhere I've been for the last several weeks has had more men than women. Including El Beso tonight.

    And yes, the average age of the dancers is inversely proportional to the milonga start time.

  3. jantango says:

    If you go to Migraciones, get there at dawn so you can obtain one of only 50 numbers they give out for the day to those extending tourist visas. I gave up on this.

    I will be going to Colonia on July 7, so let me know if you want to join me on the fast boat.

  4. Mark says:

    Thanks for the advice and offer, Janis. I need to go sooner – on or by 4 July so I guess I'll go by myself.

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