My first free subway ride ever

After having a wonderful dinner at Siga la Vaca in Puerto Madero, I cabbed to the nearest subway station, which was about long 20 blocks away from the restaurant. When I went down to the station there was no one selling a ticket and it seemed like the train service was already finished. Having not known which bus goes to the hostel, I just started walking, hoping I could figure out on the way. Well, I had 6 km or 3.73 miles to go, so plenty time to think.

When I reached the next station, Florida, I saw two men walking down to the station in a hurry. Thinking, ‘Maybe only a few main stops open at this hour,’ I followed them. But again, there was no one in the ticket window, and the two men were already out of my sight. Instead I saw a person in a station office right next to the box. I gave him I-need-a-ticket guesture. After looking at a monitor above his head, he shouted at me in haste “Pass! Pass!” (it sounded like pasa something but not sure), raising an index finger—assumed he meant there’s only one train left and it’s coming in so I need to hurry up.

‘Okay, but I still need a ticket Mr.! So give me the ticket at a bullet speed!’

Looking at me stubbornly standing with a 2-peso bill asking for a ticket, he started waiving his left hand and directing to an open gate with the other hand. (That was the fastest reaction I’ve got from any porteños.) “No ticket?” “No, no!!!” More shouting followed—I guess he meant ‘Run!’ I ran down the stairs, skipping every few steps.

When I was getting my breath back at the platform, the last train of the day slid in to the station.

Muchas gracias señor!


Extreme temperature changes

I got a bad cough on the second or third day in Buenos Aires. Although I blame the heavy smokers who I get to encounter everywhere I go in the city, isn’t there a saying in Korea: “Even dogs don’t catch a cold in the summer.” Then I wondered how I will be able to survive in Nuuk! Moreover, my body will have to go through extreme temperature changes over a two-week period of time!!

Extreme temperature changes that my body will go through over the next two weeks. Degrees in Celcius.


It’s the craziest international trip ever. At least the way I left for Buenos Aires was.

Bunch of my friends headed to Buenos Aires for a school course, and another bunch just for fun. Well, I’ve been watching the air tix prices, but it was more like “I wanna go too” kind of thing and I didn’t mean to actually buy one. In three weeks, I’ll be moving to Greenland and have to pack everything and ship things to Seoul or sell.

And I just got back from the most intense road trip ever to southern parts of the U.S. On top of that, I got a car accident a couple weeks ago, have been in trauma for a while, vividly remembering the car rushing into me. I still have back pain and I have to go to the court to resolve my international driver’s license issue.

So, it’s not physically and mentally right time to go traveling that far. (It takes as long as DC-Seoul.)

But of course, the impulsive side of me whispered: when will I be traveling South America, if I miss this time? Not any time soon.

What the f. I’m going.

So I bought the tix, and left the following day.

Before heading to the airport, I left a Facebook message to my friend who’s already in BA.

“See you tomorrow in BA.”