Friday the 18th of April 2003 – Day 59

Friday the 18th of April 2003 – Day 59
Had decided not to stay in Corboda for a third night. It had rained for two days solid and the next few days were not looking either. the “animated festivities” that Lonely planet had promised over the Holy Weekend had not materialized. In fact it was a very boring city with no bars, clubs or nightlife in general. Therefore I had changed my ticket so as to leave at 20.15 tonight. I spent the day ducking and hiding from he rain and tried to see some of the city. The churches were packed as they had been yesterday. From 5.00pm onto about 12.00 midnight on the Thursday, hundreds of people were coming and going from the twenty five churches in the city centre. People are very, very devout here and many were touching particular statues etc. Folk music was been played in many of the churches. From an Irish point of view, we don’t come near. You could get into the churches they were so crowded. This was repeated on the Friday. All this, and no confessions or masses taking place. All shops etc were closed, so little do do except walk around and wait for my bus. I met a Canadian gentleman (aged 45) who spent the first 5 hours of the 13 hour journey talking about his wild exploits. He had been married 3 times. He spent 6 months working in Argentina as a resort manager and 6 months in Canada doing the same (he has done this for 17 years). Ash well, he made the time go although he kept buying beer at all the stops (and I had to do the same) and bringing cider on the bus. Very little sleep had and no movies showen (bummer)











The Iglesia Catedral – Cordoba

Taken on the 18th of April 2003

Cordoba – the rival to Buenis Aires

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Cordoba

Taken on the 18th of April 2003

Statue to the fallen during the Falklands War. It is a very touchy subject here with memories fresh. The statue is dedicated to those from Corboda province. Alot of English people over here travelling say they they are Irish. I have heard bus drivers etc give abuse to English people over the war. A girl was telling me that a local was asking her name “Harriet” but as he couldn’t pronounce it, thought she said Harrier. The next thing he says ” there the jets you murdered our soldiers with”.

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