Tigre

18 Jan

Took a bike ride to Tigre yesterday.

A really long bike ride.  bout 25 miles, 3 water breaks, and enough sweat to, well, you get the picture.

Tigre is a popular weekend destination here, kinda like our hamptons I guess, and kinda like a thousand islands in Canada.

It’s a large delta made up of hundreds of little streams and islands.  And it’s perfect for exploring by boat.

I stopped in Barrio Chino on the way to Tigre first.  I’ve heard rumors of a China Town in Buenos Aires, and I had to see it for myself.

A bit smaller than New York’s, China Town here is about two blocks long, and a lot cleaner.  Though the same types of souvenir shops filled with knives and cheap plastic imports lined the streets.

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I grabbed lunch, or breakfast depending on how you look at it, at a cheap looking Chinese Restaurant that reminded me of the countless take out joints we have at home.  I spotted a few Asian diners so I thought the palce had to be good.

I didn’t see chicken and brocolli on the menu, so I went with a recommendation from the waitress.

A few pages later (I’ve been carrying around the CHE biography religiously at this point), she brought me a handsome looking platter with octopus?, shrimp, and noodles.  Very pleased with her choice, but noting that I thought she had recommended beef, I dove right in.

It was very tasty but not more than 5 seconds later, the owner came running out and informed me that it was the wrong order.  So she promptly ook my plate away and after a brief (very brief) stint behind closed doors,  she brought it out once again to the right customer, a man sitting 3 tables away from me, who must’ve seen the events take place, but who took the plate gratiously, and without protest.

Must’ve been a hungy fella.

My meal turned out to be less fancy, just some rice and chicken (but no beef), but it was perfect before a long bike ride.  I spent a few digesting the food while diving some more into Che.

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Afterward, I roamed the streets for a few, stopping at a Chinese supermarket which served up some interesting street food, spices, and an assortment of imported dried snacks.

not what you think...

not what you think...

I also passed by a Chinese fish store and true to what I’ve seen in New York, the smells were much the same.

But onwards, this blog entry is named Tigre, not Barrio Chino after all.

I hopped on my bike, belly satisfied, and headed North.

It was fun, and I picked up speed quickly with the new rental, which offered up a high seat and racing style handlebars, though with a tire thick enough to be used on a motorcycle I think.

After passing through several towns, I kept to the train tracks per Lidya’s advice, which she promised me would take me straight into Tigre.

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I held closely to her advice and only veered off the path only a few times, once to ride around San Isidro, and once to check out the river, which was touched with a healthy dose of browns and yellows, but which my tour guide in Tigre assured me, did not mean the water was dirty – just touched with thousands of years of brownish sediment.

First time we saw the river in BA, we weren't sure what part of it was the sand, and what part of it was the water.

First time we saw the river in BA, we weren't sure what part of it was the sand, and what part of it was the water.

a whole bunch of locals, seemingly poorer than the ones I would see in Tigre, enjoying the nice day, and the rather shallow river.

a whole bunch of locals, seemingly poorer than the ones I would see in Tigre, enjoying the nice day, and the rather shallow river.

I finally arrived in Tigre, tired and sweaty, but relieved and excited for more.  Initially a bit disappointed I was too late to rent kayaks, I was hard on myself for perpetually being a procrastinator.  But I found out that most kayak rentals were out by noon anyway, and I knew there was no way I was ever going to wake up that early anyway.

My initial impression of Tigre was  pleasant, and I enjoyed the safer driving of its locals.  The main part of town resembled Sheapshead Bay Canal, a long windy canal filled with boats and launching pads.

I stopped by the tourist office, too much in a rush to take any pictures of the canal 😦 and found out there was still one more boat left that took tourists out on the delta.  It was only 4pm when I ducked into the tourist office, but everything seemed to shut down rather early in Tigre.

I had some time to kill before the last boat departed at 6, and I spent the afternoon biking around it’s major restaurant district, and past a few mansions that were still left over from earlier times.

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My ship would leave from a different part of town, so I sped through a children’s amusement park and then a casino to arrive at a really cool looking port named after a time when it was used for shipping fruits throughout Argentina: Puerto Fruitos.

I walked around a bit before the boat departed, and browsed through the hundreds of stalls selling crafts and other goods.  Not in the market for any large items given my small book bag, but perpetually hungry with my insatiable appetite, I grabbed a crepe filled with cheeses and ham instead.

The boat ride through the islands of Tigre was a lot of fun, and I enjoyed it immensely.  The beers and sunny weather didn’t hurt either 🙂  I love the water, and I remember loving a tour we took as a family of the 1000 islands in Canada just as much.  The whole experience was right up my alley and I found myself day dreaming about living in a harbor someday.  Made a mental note to google the “best harbors in the world.”

tons of little islands and little steams. boats are the only way to commute here, and there are boat buses that run on fixed schedules.

tons of little islands and little steams. boats are the only way to commute here, and there are boat buses that run on fixed schedules.

can you see Buenos Aires?

can you see Buenos Aires?

Traveling alone and being the only one who spoke English on board, I garnered the attention of the tour guide, who was kind enough to explain everything in English after she was done with the mic.

Cool girl studying to be a tour guide, she was a wealth of information.

Tigre is a playground for the rich, and the town she told me didn't really have any poor people.

Tigre is a playground for the rich, and the town she told me didn't really have any poor people.

Ok, been in this cafe long enough, and the coffee is starting to affect the bladder.

Be back later…

Ok, it’s 3 am, and it’s a few beers later, so here’s the continuation:

protected by a glass shell against high humidty, this glass house is close to president serriento's sp? old house. i guess he's an important figure from 1810?

protected by a glass shell against high humidty, this glass house is close to president serriento's sp? old house. i guess he's an important figure from 1810?

according the tour, the area has about 3,000 pernament residents, and this is a school for their children.

according the tour, the area has about 3,000 pernament residents, and this is a school for their children.

brand new ship

brand new ship

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