South America Part 15 - Shopping in BA and King Kong

We got up (more like Latino time aka 10am) in the morning and had a slow style breakfast.

We were introduced to Pedro - partner of Jaiver at the "Big House Bed and Breakast" (who runs/manages the aforementioned establishment). We got along like a house on fire and he suggested "...maybe we should go shopping today together...". So what the hey... Ant and I went shopping with Pedro.

We took a quick stroll down to the metro (if we hadn´t mentioned previously - is the oldest metro on the continent and is also quite quaint with its light fixtures and subway stations) and caught the train to the nearest mall (aka Abasto Mall).

Once there - it was four levels of Australian Dollar shopping heaven... Just about everything on sale was of merchantable quality (not of Peru market quality) and was less than 1/2 the price of Australian stuff.

Ant and I went crazy - Ant had bought about half a shop´s worth and I bought 3 tee-shirts and some shorts worth of stuff. Pedro was the perfect guide - very patent... very comptempt at putting up with Ant trying on five different pairs of pants in every shop.

...If two McDonalds weren´t enough in a mall...there were three McDonalds - and one of them (believe it or not) was a McDonalds Kosher restaurant. Apparently - BA has a big population of Jewish people - so it must warrant having a McDonalds Kosher restaurant (or something). However - I had settled on Pasta and Ant - on Steak (food court style). We had both dosed up on anti-gastro drugs which made our eating experience a little more enjoyable.

After a busy day of Food Courtin´and Mall Shopping - Pedro and Jaiver (pronounced Hhhhavier) and Ant and I decided on going to the AUD$3.50/ticket screening of King Kong and the local multiplex. (¡Another Bargin!) Speaking of bargins - the food at the multiplex wasn´t AUD$80 per popcorn - rather $3 for a big coke and popcorn.... ACE!

King Kong was a pretty good popcorn film. Ant was incredbly funny - he had to cower 3/4 of the length of the film because he was too scared! He not only ducked under the seat but was breathing heavily the entire film. Also - of note - I haven´t personally been to a movie where the audience cried at the ending - but there was definately a couple of Argetinean woman who cried at the end of the screening. Cool.

Unfortunately - we didn´t realise that the movie was for 3 plus hours and that we had a 6am start the next day to go on the BoqueBus to Colnoia. Opps!

Ciao!