Buenos Aires is a city coked-up to the eye-balls and I mean Coca-Cola. Coke is embedded so deeply within Argentinean culture that only beer seems to exist as an alternate thirst-quenching option. Perhaps it has something to do with the humidity of the place, but all I know is that I experienced the cravings of a true addict in search of a hit.
Or perhaps it was the fact that my brain was overloaded with both explicit and subliminal messages to consume. It seems that brands can buy almost anything in third world countries; you can be guided (literally) by Sony Ericsson or Claro on every signpost, and find your way to a place to kick back and sip a beer (or Coke) at the Budweiser Bar.
I couldn’t help but laugh out loud, because as I sat studying my Spanish, I found myself surrounded by Swedish, North American and German brands. Although I saw the financial benefits of such brands infiltrating the local community, however a part of me was challenged to see the dominance of big brands winding their way across the globe, with the real money ending back in foreign pockets. After all it was the locals that made Buenos Aires so exciting to me.
Through my caffeine high, I experienced a place that exceeded all my expectations. Buenos Aires has vibrant electricity that made me shift my ideas about my own lifestyle and perceptions. The simplest way to highlight the Argentinean way of life is by explaining the consumption of the Argentinean national drink, called Yerba Maté, (pronounce mar-tay).There is an intricate and highly stylised custom involved in consuming the tea. Maté is consumed and shared around in a continuous circle, whereby one person drinks from the communal glass then refills it with hot water. As I participated in the daily tea drinking ‘ritual’ I observed that everyone drank the tea to participate in the ritual, and everyone participated in the ritual to be united with friends, family or work colleagues- strengthening bonds and relationships. Indeed it brought to light the simple beauty of the South American way life. This gave me a euphoric travelling high.
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While travelling alone overseas, I actively tried to be present in every waking moment and conscious of every experience. I wanted live each city, not just tick off a checklist. I embraced locals as well as fellow travelers as they shed light on interest and culture, such as two Argentinean guys I befriended who owned a funky clothing and art shop opposite my hostel. We shared conversations in Spanish from music to my love for Yerba Maté and they showed me where to eat, drink, dance and how to live the Argentinean way of life.
Just as travel can bond one to strangers, it can illuminate and strengthen the bonds that already exist between friends and family. After two weeks in Buenos Aires, I travelled with my sister to Iguazu falls. We shared a place where your senses are awoken by the luminous greens of the rainforest and we bonded under the kaleidoscope of rainbows and butterflies and the waterfall’s spray against our warm skin.
Along the Panama River, at a place where my caffeine withdrawals melted into the back of my mind, three river channels divides Paraguay, Brazil and Argentina. Here, the whole world feels like it’s within arm’s reach- and these days the whole world really is. However, one moment stands out in my memory where I didn’t feel that this was true. We found ourselves lost in the jungle after a spontaneous decision to take an “off the beaten-track” route back to our car from a look-out point. In this moment of both fear and excitement of the unknown, I realized that in all of my other travels I had an invisible safety net, made up from footsteps of previous travelers. Now, without that safety net, I was on a potentially dangerous hike and I asked myself; where no Coke signs exist, had no man conquered?
If you can handle a place where empanadas are a stable snack, where mullets are in vogue and where man-on-man kissing is a customary and conventional way of greeting, then head to Argentina and find your own high.
- Farrel