Argentina round 2

Aug 23rd:
The taxi experience of the trip would be complete without a guy trying to cheat us, but no worries i put him in check. So today we walked to San Telmo with Richard and Sain (the people from New Zealand) and Bryant and i acted as translate rs most of the time which was funny most of time. But i wanted to show the 3 of them La Boca and Caminito, which is the cultural part of the city from the original Italian immigrants first arrived. We got in the taxi and i told him where to go and he typed it into his little gps but he took us to like the shanty part of the city, which I'm pretty sure is like the ghetto because there was a lot of poverty there. Anyways, i told him that we didn't want to be there (obviously) so he took us there and it was only 20 pesos so, 5 each, less than a dollar, nothing really but he either he was a horrible taxi driver or tried to cheat us and kinda failed. The New Zealanders bought so much, and all of my friends think i buy a lot, you need to meet this lady, she bought a dead cow, a huge cow hide as a rug, and didn't stop, boots, hats, coats all of cow, shocking really, but her boyfriend could have challenged her because he bargained his way into all sorts of soccer wear and even bought a leather hat too.
One of the funnest things was that everyone kept talking to us in Portuguese, Bryant and i ( i mean), because apparently we look Brazilian... he did get Peruvian a couple times though. we also had a wonderful lunch where they give you tango lessons and a free show, it was so cool. Overall a good day but the taxi driver on the way back kept telling us that we were going to get married and we had to invite him and pay for his ticket for him and his wife in to come to the states, because the wedding well apparently be September of 2012, and to top it all off we all got 2nd hand smoke because he was smoking. Yuck!

Aug 22nd:
Today is Sunday and we went to a River Plate and Independente soccer game, a for everyone that thinks soccer is boring... needs to go to a game here, in Argentina, futbol is king, it is everywhere and rules over everyone, to say the least. The bus that picked us up was late, as usual so we made friends with the people from New Zealand and Canada and as we boarded the bus it was full of Italians and Brazilians (of course). We stopped at a shady little vendor of food and ate the delicious choripans, which is like a link of chorizo on a roll with Argentinian chimichurri sauce, i convinced Bryant to eat it and assured him in wouldn't be throwing it up 2 hours later the stadium seats. The game was crazy and the ratio from boys to girls was like 100 to 1, but i enjoyed it anyway. River won, which was best because we sat on the River side, and if they lost, they would be most defiantly quite angry. Whenever the scored, our side whistled in sync like a choir and then chanted a lot of loud phrases in that wonderful Argentinian Spanish!!