Ah the kindness of strangers

Sorry blog readers, I wrote this on the 30th of July but thru a computer glitch or my own ineptitude, it never made it up.

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Well, where to start... I suppose it is fitting that Amy began and finished her trip to Buenos Aires with vomiting. Unfortunately for her the second fit was much much longer. After a morning praying to the porcelain god, Amy and I checked out with our landlord and headed to our spa appointment. She felt a little better and made it through a facial and halfway through a massage before her body turned on her. Concerned about the spa guest chucking uncontrollably in their bathroom, the spa called paramedics which diagnosed Amy with a bad dose of "tendor libre" or food poisoning from an all-you-can-eat joint. Two painful injections later we are concerned about getting to the airport on-time. The kind receptionist informed us that an ambulance ride to the airport is 90 pesos and a taxi 60-70. So we are talking about a difference of $7-10. Sold.

We hauled all our bags to the ambulance, I took the passenger seat, Amy the gurney in the back. With sirens blaring we hauled ass through rush-hour in Buenos Aires. We nearly collided with city buses and taxis, passed through tolls booths uninhibited and got to the airport in less than 30 minutes; it should have taken over 45.

Luckily the injections did the trick for Amy and once we got the airport she was fine, a little groggy and confused but at least she kept everything inside.