This afternoon we walked up through a shopping district of Buenos Aires that was heavily into leather goods and tourist stuff. The guide told us we would be better off now that people were back at work because it would be safer from pick pockets and from bag snatchers. A couple of people on tour have been done over and apparently one guy got some horrible brown goo squirted on his back and he stopped and some kids came forward with water and tissues and proceeded to fleece him. We reckon any goo gets chucked on us and we circle like banchees and attack.  Ian reckons knowing our luck we will attack some poor old fulla after a bird lets go on us!

On every corner is a hawker trying to push you toward their shop.  You reach out and take their card and you are history!  As New Zealanders we are way too polite so now I have got to the aloof raise of a hand in a stop gesture stage and I make a face that says don't mess with me, but the language barrier probably makes it look more 'oh crap another of these people I don't understand'.  The funniest today was a lady that I thought was a leather hawker and she rushed forward and spoke in garbled Spanish and really fast!  When I looked at the card she was trying to give me, it was a naked, buxom woman.  I am torn between she was asking me to join a club where I would fit right in or a family member is missing and if I get snatched for the white slave trade, keep an eye out for her!  Or even worse!  She did eye up Ian as she passed the card over...