Arrive to Buenos Aires relaxed knowing that a driver is waiting for you, that payment has already been completed and that he knows exactly where to go.
I ride the Buenos Aires buses every day. The buses roar like airplanes. Indescribable. Clouds of fumes pour out of it. Smoke everywhere. Streets covered in white clouds of it. No heat or AC.
These photos show the reality. Those prematurely aged faces, the concealed rage, anger, sadness, and hopelessness that I see every day.
The tango show at Esquina Carlos Gardel last night was amazing! My friend and I absolutely Loved the dancing and live music. The place was beautiful and the food was good (…)
Buying the tickets for the football was great. Paula was really nice in her emails and gave me a good feeling for buying the tickets. I am a typical cynical Scot and alwa (…)
We are an independent television production company specializing in tourism and travel and while in Buenos Aries LandingPadBA helped us out greatly. They have incredible (…)
martin
12/08/2009 - 7:09 pmone of the better essays yet….and the essays are one of my favorite parts about the site….
Liz
13/08/2009 - 5:38 pmReally enjoyed this photo essay!
BaltimoreJ
14/08/2009 - 12:58 amI ride the Buenos Aires buses every day. The buses roar like airplanes. Indescribable. Clouds of fumes pour out of it. Smoke everywhere. Streets covered in white clouds of it. No heat or AC.
These photos show the reality. Those prematurely aged faces, the concealed rage, anger, sadness, and hopelessness that I see every day.
Jack
14/08/2009 - 10:33 amBuses suck! Trucks suck! Cars suck!
And nobody in control gives a F…!
Then people complain about cigarette smoke…HA!