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Cordoba - University town on summer hols.Feb 8, 2007
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We are in a love hotel!
The pool at the hotel gave us some respite from the heat
Nice place
| We stopped in Cordoba to split the trip up on the way back to Buenos Aires. It is Argentina's second biggest city and also home to 7 universities. As it was summer hols it was relatively quiet but you could tell it would be a great place to go to uni - good weather, lots of cheap restaurants, bars, clubs and parks. Since there were parks then Heidi used this as an excuse to get Sam out on to the running track - cause Ricky Lake says "fat don't take no holiday". Actually, we do have a 1/2 marathon to look forward to in Reading so getting some practice is probably not a bad idea. We spent our time wandering the city, doing some much needed laundry and also doing the most recommended tourist activity in the Lonely Planet - the Argentinian Love Hotel. Since the population is ostensibly Christian, there are a heap of "special" hotels that provide rooms by the hour. You get your own garage, so your mum, dad, relatives (or even worse neighbours) can't see you arriving. You get a jacuzzi, special television, bar service delivered via a hatch into your room and you get a warning bell when there is 15 mins left (in case you get carried away or more likely, you have fallen asleep). We had quiet a funny time getting to and from this place as the taxi drivers think it is very funny that foreigners use these places for a tourist experience. In fact, our taxi driver gave us high fives once he worked out where we wanted to go. And before our parents get too concerned about us elaborating on the events that happen in the hotel, it was all above board. In fact, Sam managed to spend the time watching England get beaten by Spain in the football while Heidi was drinking champagne on the bed next to him. There was no hanky panky, honest M & D! Actually, considering the poor result, this scene would have been played out in the same way in all the houses in England that evening. As we left the hotel, all the garage doors were left shut and we were left thinking, so how many other rooms are full of Lonely Planet readers getting to know each other? |
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