Argentina. Part II.

Gene  Dove By Gene Dove, 18th Mar 2011 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/3loqouw3/
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Restaurant with caviar and seafood, which many do not you try a few hours, still pay only $ 50. "Marbled meat", seal with his harem ever bothers you, the music of "tango"- all these separate sketches of travel writing, create an imagination author picture of the “silver of the country” - Argentina.

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We, at least most of us - fans of meat products - appreciate Argentina, not the meat on the bones - "asado" and for "marbled meat" of bulls and cows. Marbling means only one thing - the presence of a sufficient number of fatty inclusions in the meat fibers. Unforgettable taste marble meat, reached the proportions of fat. Placement of fat in the structure of meat should ideally be evenly alternated: the meat-fat meat and fat. In a cross-section, the meat looks like marble, hence the name. Color of the meat should have a slightly red color, and fat - closer to pure white. Well, if you really quite honestly, marbled meat producers from Japan, the most delicious in the world. So what did we appreciate the meat from Argentina? We value for its quantity and price. Such a volume of meat products for export to weight ratio does not give any country in the world. Although in terms of "marbling" the Argentine meat is much inferior to the Australian and Japanese products, but their total production does not go to any comparison with the Argentine volumes.
Initially, upon arrival, Argentina has had on my dismal. While I was driving from the airport in Buenos Aires and everywhere around, as it seemed to me a terrible desolation reigned, and what is not grooming at all. The country entered the beginning of the third millennium, and clothing for men and women was a sample of the fashion of the seventies of last century. The men were dressed in elongated, form-fitting jackets, women - in pantsuits. Most of the men was of long hair in the fashion of the times "Beatles” and “Rolling Stones."
Perhaps, I was a mark left a very unhealthy situation assignment. The only thing I can tell you about my work. It is this: while I worked as a Crisis Manager for a shipping company. Imagine that you are doing business correspondence with the agent's firm, which represented many years, even before your job crisis manager, the interests of your company in Argentina. You arrive in this country. From Buenos Aires, Argentina in another city once again get a plane. Then find a legal / physical address of the agent's company. And ... it turns out that in addition to plaques on the wall of this company is no longer anything. You have arrived in another country, city, totaling in the air almost daily, and now stand one on the street near the signs, like a monument sign, not knowing what to do next. I hope you understand that even if there is free time in the future, you might not be tempted to see the sights of Argentina.
But one event, such as wine tasting and "asado", because of terrible fear caused by an incomprehensible phenomenon, made a big impression on me. While Argentines were with me, it was absolutely terrible, and they calmly accept the situation.
Imagine that you are an alien (that is, it's me in Argentina). Exchanging information with the residents of Earth to the first contact, you already know what they look like and psychologically ready to see them. But what on earth has such creatures as dogs. You were not warned by any of you earthlings. Moreover, they believed that you, too, there is something, like dogs, so Earthlings your sudden meeting with the dogs have not betrayed anyone value. Only the personal courage and restraint did not allow you to look like a coward in front of earthlings in the form of dogs.
That such meeting was with me in Argentina. Only instead of the dogs were. ... But everything is in order.
During a trip to Argentina, one of the tasks was to meet with the crew of my company. Circumstances were such that serious at the time the financial position of the company, did not allow the moment to make Argentina's payroll with a changing team members, who were to depart to their homes in connection with the termination of the contract.
I and two accompanying me Argentines were in the territory of the port, which in the shipping channel should have been at any minute to go the ship of my company. My head was filled with different versions of the upcoming unpleasant conversation. I almost did not react to the environment. It should be noted that I did not have very good eyesight and a child suffering from myopia.
So the three of us were in the bulk, an artificial embankment, from which stone steps lead directly to the water surface of the channel. On the right, just canceling, there was some kind of port economic storey building.
Day wore on. In the dusk outside this building with my own short-sighted eyes saw the outlines of three objects. It seems that these were three little horses - ponies, cereals lying to us. Pony, are, so pony. These horses are in my country, so they do not cause me wonder. On the faces of my Argentines could be easily read - when it is this "gringo" gets on his ship, and we went home after work. To "pony" my guides, as well as I did not react.
Three underlying vague for my view of the silhouette, as instantly appeared, and instantly, and vanished from my consciousness.
Suddenly, standing on top, on the waterfront, I heard sounds coming from the water, a sort of snort. I glanced at his Argentines. They remained indifferent to what is happening. The sounds of the water grew stronger, the earth began to shake. My "pony" came in motion. "Silhouettes" began to move toward the water. My Argentines still remained calm and indifferent. Only their faces were appeared barely noticeable "petty little smile."
Obviously, for me it was obvious that I'm not confident. A gentleman accompanying me clearly brightened. They clearly knew what was going on and all kind as to show the - well, that "gringo" you scared? I did not know its three living creatures are approaching me. Partly from fear and partly an effort of will, I forced myself to move from the trio toward the stairs waterfront. Looking down at the water, I almost cried. The stone steps, some ugly, waving a huge mass, rising up. I am still no one explained anything. It was a variant of "asado” N2. Finally, in the twilight I could distinguish a limb monster with which he climbed the stairs. These were the flippers. Then I realized. This was a seal, a male. Having bathed, he understands upstairs to his harem, consisting of three females which I took for a pony. They, like I said, too, moved toward him.
My "cute" Argentines, seeing that I realized he began to excitedly explain to me what is happening. They "thought" that in my country, just as the seals with harems walk around where they please.
In Argentina are about three thousand sea lions, which are under state protection. Of all Latin American countries the largest number of seals - about 200,000 individuals lives in Uruguay, where he was allowed limited hunting. The male reaches a length of two meters, and weighs 200 kilograms. Females are much smaller. Their weight is 50 kg at a length of 140 centimeters.
In the area of Argentina, where I had a meeting with the seals, they say, on a clear day, you can see the outlines of the southernmost continent - Antarctica.
What struck me from what he saw nature, is the fact that in Argentina together grow palm trees, pine and spruce. I have not seen this combination of flora nowhere else in the world.
In my opinion, deserves to be told about a restaurant in Buenos Aires, on the signboard of which is shown USD 50 nominal banknote with the image of U.S. President Grant. During a visit to this restaurant, you pay $ 50 and can within a certain number of hours you can eat as much variety of food, how much ever you want (during the permissible stay in the restaurant, I forgot). Service organized by the "buffet". Additionally, you pay only the cost of any drinks that are available in a restaurant in a wide range. They say that this is not a restaurant and a whole network and keep its ethnic Chinese. Food is really very diverse, including seafood and caviar, which quickly ends. Therefore, the evening's opening of the restaurant is going to turn. The restaurant there and work day schedule. He opens and closes twice daily. In the hall of the individual cooks up to 12 people are preparing for your hot main dishes of various cuisines. Everyone cooks their own specialization. Samples of menus each chef presented visually.
We would like to mention a seafood restaurant in the Argentine city of Mar del Plata, which bears the name of the proud nation of his master - "Basque". At the restaurant of a native from Spain, you can feel an amazing unity of the Argentine seafood and locally produced wines.
In conclusion, my story about Argentina, will discuss national, popular music of this country - the tango. I want to understand how the emotional impact left in my soul is music. I’m - an amateur musician. I have the initial musical training - he graduated from music school, the accordion. Lately I became a Multi-instrumentalist. I worked as a professional disc-jockey. Raised, loved and played the Anglo-American pop music 60-70years of last century. In this regard, it is clear that no love for the music of the tango to Argentina, I was not and could not be. Although, of course, that this genre of popular music familiar to me. I even know several popular European performers and composers of the past century.
Comes the last evening of my stay in Argentina, I'm going along with the ship's agent on the night of the Buenos Aires airport. Agent as any person, who carries on business in the field of human relations, feels the situation. He is in the radio, is "live" concert, obviously, the popular Argentine singer. A middle aged man was singing. This tango, I never heard of and do not know if I hear more. Such a tango I love. Loved all his life, as well as beautiful Argentina...
The end

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Antarctica, Basque, Beatles, Flippers, Gringo, Harem, Mar Del Plata, Marbled Meat, Myopia, Rolling Stones, Seal, Tango, Us President Grant

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author avatar Denise O
20th Mar 2011 (#)

Sounds like a very interesting trip. Thank you for sharing.:)

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author avatar Gene Dove
20th Mar 2011 (#)

I'm proud You've found some interesting in my posting. Thanks and my face is all politeness for You, Denise.

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author avatar Gene Dove
20th Mar 2011 (#)

I'm proud You've found some interesting in my posting. Thanks and my face is all politeness for You, Denise.

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