Posted by: powellpjc | May 28, 2013

Finally Argentina.

I love this place. The food, the people the disorganization, the strikes, the streetlights that don’t work but especially the wine. I am in Buenos Aires now staying with the friend of Pete’s.

Great. No more solo sailing for me. Picked up my cousin, Pete Ritchie in Punta del Este, Uruguay, and we had a swell time. Eating, speaking Spanish like pros and wondering if they understood us and if we were surrounded by foreigners—which is my usual case.

Captain and 1st mate.

Captain and 1st mate.


Rented a car and did a drive-about in Piriopolis, then chugged on up to Puerto Buseo—the yacht haven closest to Montevideo—and looked about for 2 days.
The castle of Don Piria, thus the name, Piriopolis.

The castle of Don Piria, thus the name, Piriopolis.


Pete doesn't like to pose for pics, so this is Pete not posing.

Pete doesn’t like to pose for pics, so this is Pete not posing.


I am a poseur from way back so here I am in my clown outfit for the day. Warm underwear, though.

I am a poseur from way back so here I am in my clown outfit for the day. Warm underwear, though.


Don Piria liked his trees.

Don Piria liked his trees.


The 2 Pedros, posing, sort of.

The 2 Pedros, posing, sort of.


Some kind of buzzard. Looks like this is where the nazis got their eagle symbol.

Some kind of buzzard. Looks like this is where the nazis got their eagle symbol.


No doubt a species of Uruguayan deer. There was a zoo in the countryside.

No doubt a species of Uruguayan deer. There was a zoo in the countryside.


This is what you call your garden variety night owl.

This is what you call your garden variety night owl.

Pete getting right into his Spanish. Look out Grand Forks.

Pete getting right into his Spanish. Look out Grand Forks.


Enough, already. Big city, nothing special, so we made tracks to Argentina. We went to ‘la Plata’ because we’d heard that it was easiest place to check in with all appropriate authorities. Overnight crossing of the Rio del Plata with many big ships getting in our way. Pete went from Able Seaman 4th class to Able Seaman 1st Class on the trip. I’m not sure he ever graduated from any university so I could not promote him to officer country. He was a great help. It is cold in the Rio del Plata this time of year and another hand helps a hell of a lot. We did 2, 3 or 4 hour shifts, depending.
Ok, checking in with immigration, customs and navy took 3 days and about 8 hours. Not counting time in taxis. Sheesh!
Pete has a friend in BA and we visited for dinner. Lovely gal with guy and daughter and they treated us like the kings we are. I will go back tomorrow now that I have fulfilled all authorities’ demands. They try hard but they are just dumb—friendly and dumb—with no photocopiers and they want unlimited copies of everything. You get the picture.
Jimmie Donaldson arrives in a couple of days and we will make our way up the Parana River, Argentina. He will stay as long as his nerves hold out and then I will get some sail work done at the North Sails loft near Tigre before heading to Mar del Plata. I hope Paulie Mahony can join me before I leave for Mar del Plata. Should work out. I am done sailing solo.
I had to revisit the 3 authorities yesterday for another 2 hours. Sheesh, again.
Pete.

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