Where is the wax??

Ok,
I'll admit that I have probably been complaining a little too much about Buenos Aires and Argentina.
I put it down to culture shock and the fact that not one single bathroom in this country has a lock on the door.

So I have decided to embrace Buenos Aires in all of its gargantuan glory, its monolithic mayhem and its titanic terror.

As a response to my previous blog on the Things I Miss (which, incidentally, I still do), I am now going to share with you some of the delights of Buenos Aires

1. Empanadas: Like little Cornish Pasties of delight - except not as shit.
2. Steak: Well, meat in general. God help you if you are a vegetarian and you decide to come here. The cows in Argentina must be fed on heroin because this stuff is awesome.
3. Cheap: What's that? A weeks worth of food shopping (including aforementioned steaks) for the equivalent of 20 Euros? Ker-Ching.
4. Wine: the beer in Argentina is crap. It's the alcoholic equivalent of a Dan Brown "novel". However, this is made up by the amazing (and cheap: see above) wine.
5. Australians: These guys are everywhere.

With the possible exception of the last one, these are a few of the reasons I am slowly adapting to this country.
Now if I could just get the bastards to speak English we'd be ok....

A.
ps: The title of this piece is dedicated to the fact that hair wax does not appear to be available outside Britain. But I am able to get a whole cow tongue from the local supermarket.