When I decided to come travelling, and in particular once I’d decided on South and Central America I had planned to dye my hair back to its natural colour….which I don’t think I’ve been since I was fifteen! So back in February I asked my hairdresser to go ahead and turn me back to brunette. She advised me that I would hate it, and she was correct! I lasted thirty-six hours before returning begging for the bleach bottle. Some people said the brown was nice and suited me, but most said I just suit blonde more…and so here I am blonde with hair maintenance issues!

I am aware that I stand out here for being pretty blonde, but I also stand out as I have relatively short hair, all the girls here have very very long hair! At the end of the day I am a tourist, it’s pretty obvious from the way I dress and everything. Yes there’s a little bit if unwanted attention, but I think that’s the case for most women here, and after a while it’s pretty easy to ignore.

The main reason to go brunette was to avoid the issues of roots, back home I’m at the hair dresser every six weeks. After I’d been here about a month it was time for me to find a hairdresser to get my highlights redone and I figured I’ve got a better chance of finding a decent hairdresser in a massive city like this. So after choosing a place having asked for some feedback, advice, researched on the Internet for hours…..I needed to make an appointment. This wasn’t something I felt my Spanish was up to, so between my Italian housemate who speaks a little English and good Spanish, his Argentinian English teacher and his Argentinian classmate the appointment was made all though it took ten minutes as they were transferred to a number of people. I felt pretty good things were in hand at this point.

I turned up the hairdresser for my appointment and the place was crazy! Busy was an underestimate, I later learnt eighty people work there. I was given a long piece of paper with my name on it and a list of treatments cuts on one side and somethings scribbled down and ushered down to a different floor. The place had five floors all together, a section for colour, cuts, just washing and styling and I don’t really know what else! Long story short, I saw eight different members of staff for different things from hanging my coat, to be led up to my hairdresser, etc etc. The end result was pretty ok, all though I think back home when I have highlights I have about one hundred sections, and here was about fifty so not quite as fine work, but the colour was good and not green at least! And then the bill……I knew it wasn’t going to be cheap but I had expected it to be at least a bit less equivalently to what I pay at home. It was more, not lots, but enough for me to think I may just have to suck it up and start deal with roots for the next ten months!

On the plus side I did have a very good and cheap pedicure today!!!

Below photos, me brunette for a day, and blonde the next, my colour here, and what I’ll probably look like in six months!

So I’m into my final week here in Buenos Aires, and following last weeks cold cough which wrote off a few days entirely I need to make the most of it. Last night I went to “La Bomba de Tiempo”, which is a live music performance of seventeen drummers in a old warehouse that’s been converted for shows.

It is the only thing I’ve done more then once here as I had such a good time on the first occasion. I went with four friends last night who had not been and I had been raving about how good it was, luckily they all agreed after the show and had a wicked time to. All the music is improvised on the night and they have a conductor who leads them through it by a hundred different hand signals. The music is a mix of central American, African, Samba and Argentine beats. Each week they have a couple of artists join them and they play along with the artist. My first visit they had two violinists, last night they had two older guys who were incredible tango dancers, and then later a guitar player who also sang. The atmosphere and crowd are brilliant. A real mix of locals, students, professionals, travellers and one of the friendliest places I’ve been. When I return here at the end of my trip to fly home I will definitely try and go again!
La Bomba de Tiempo

I arrived here in Buenos Aires back in early September late on a Thursday night, on the Saturday I met a few people at a bar including an Australian chap who I found out would be at the same Spanish language school as me. And on the Monday morning when I turned up at the school he was in my class. So after class we went for lunch and then planned to head over to La Boca. At lunch he told me how the previous weekend he had been attempted robbed twice in an hour in the early hours of the morning whilst he was pretty wasted, and had managed to fight off, get away both incidents without losing anything. I was slightly shocked, and made a note to myself that its probably best to get taxis late at night rather then walking and waiting for buses.

After lunch we headed to La Boca. The actual tourist area of La Boca is literally only a couple of streets “Caminato”. We were really lucky as it was a really lovely sunny spring day which made for great photos really capturing the colour of the houses in the area. Within the first five minutes we were encouraged to have a photo taken each with a tango dancer, I knew there would be a charge for this but theres not too much you can do about it! I was only really annoyed because the couple that were working at the time were not great looking, and the guy I had to pose with was about three foot and looked like a nine year old, so in my photo my thigh is twice as wide as he is!! And two minutes later a different couple took up the spot and the guy was much taller and better looking!

After looking around the area and taking photos we found a parrilla restaurant at the back which was a bit less touristy and had a lovely courtyard. So we sat in the sun drinking beer and wine doing our Spanish homework. It was a pretty chilled afternoon, and it felt pretty decadent. About four we decided that we should make a move as our Spanish school had warned us of a couple of areas not to be around after dark as people that were there after dark would be “up to no good”. We then realised we didn’t have any coins for the bus, so we popped into a shop to try and change a note, the man couldn’t help us but said if we just walked one block we’d get to bus station we could buy a ticket anyway. We were a little tipsy, and I don’t know if we misunderstood him but after walking a block we turned down a street that we jokingly said to each other looked really dodgy and we so shouldn’t walk down there, but did anyway. We gave up looking for the bus station and started to circle back to the main area. We were walking along the train tracks at the back when we passed two young guys. As we walked past them they grabbed my friends rucksack, he gave chase and after clambering over a fence grabbed it back and then they started chasing him briefly. His camera had dropped from his pocket which I retrieved, and as we got back on to the main street a guy in a car that was passing was shouting at us. Blatantly saying, “what are you two idiot tourists doing in this area, get back to Caminato!”

Back in the area we still needed coins for the bus and were a little shaken up to boot, so we dropped into a bar for a quick tequila. I might add the shots we near enough half pints!! Nerves slightly calmed or muted, and coins obtained for bus we left and headed back to the relative safety of Palermo Soho for a quick dinner. We were sat outside after whilst he had a cigarette, only about eight in the evening, talking about how unlucky he was to have been targeted three times. At that moment a man pretended to stumble into our table and then ran off….with my friends camera! The restaurant didn’t charge us and a helpful Spanish language teacher who was passing wrote a couple if things down and told us where the nearest police station was. We didn’t expect the police to be able to do anything but needed to report it for his insurance. So a painful hour was spent at the police station filling in a form and we sobered up pretty quickly and called it a night.

Most people that I have met here that are studying or travelling have either been victims, attempted robbed, or been with people that have been. My particular friend was without doubt hugely unlucky to have that happen four times, and the place his camera was taken is about as safe as you can get. For me I’ve been able to use it as a lesson, you need to watch all the time, you can’t sit down at a cafe or restaurant and leave your mobile or anything on the table, you always have to carry you bag in front of you. You don’t put your bag or rucksack on the floor at cafes or restaurants, always have it on your lap. And the other method I’ve had a couple of friends nearly fall victim to is when someone squirts cream or something that smells disgusting on your coat or bag, and then someone else comes over to help you clean it off and as you put your bag down or take it off then it’s gone. I’ve also know a girl who was in a group of seven (male and female), when they were stopped and wallets and mobiles were demanded. But it’s not just tourists that are targeted and when I speak to locals they all take the same precautions. I don’t feel unsafe here, but I have to be constantly vigilant which is pretty tiring!