Urug- whhhhhhyyyyyyyyyyyy?

IMGP4326 When you’ve got a fortnight to go until your flight to London takes off from Argentina (6 weeks in Blighty fast approaching), you don’t feel too delighted that your Argentine tourist visa is about to expire.

To stay legal (important to me) for your final two weeks you either have to spend God only knows how long and $300pesos to renew the visa in Migraciones in Avenida Antartida, or you have to leave the country pronto. Since I recently promised myself that I would never again sit across the Migraciones counters from the lovely folk who turned down my temporary residency visa renewal (just doing their jobs I know), I considered the option of a $150peso day trip to Uruguay. Course I’ve already had the pleasure of overnighters on similar missions with C. but this time I was going it alone. Ah well, I mused, gives me the chance to road test a Buquebus City Tour of Colonia for the section Time off tango in my forthcoming book Happy Tango in Buenos Aires, for this blog, and for anyone who might ask me about it in the future. Always a bright side right?

Monday was the day.  I hoped for blue skies and warmth to accompany my three hour each way boat ride and camera happy wanderings around cobbled Uruguayan streets.

Sunday in Buenos Aires we had weather like this…

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and that was just after the worst which looked like this…

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and by Monday morning at 7.30am when I was walking the half a kilometre from the 152 bus stop to the boat terminal in Puerto Madero, ice had turned to water and God was tipping buckets of it on my head. As I faced the immigration officer checking my passport for a current tourist visa ($300pesos fine if he didn’t find one), my feet were squelching in my socks, my hair was plastered to my head, and my puffa coat of fluffed up feathers had turned into a wet blanket.

The blanket got wetter: 500 teenagers on the boat; 1000 parents meeting them in a covered Buquebus terminal porch about as big as an average sized British front room; me fighting my way through the hugging and kissing bodies (note swine flu warnings being completely and utterly ignored) a total of five times due to a string of misunderstandings about where I was to find the bus on which I was to take my City Tour… I’m afraid that by about 1pm I was spitting the F-word under my breath far too often, and desperately wanting to scream, Urug – whhhhhhhyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy? like a hyena. Or murder someone.

Thing is it wasn’t the weather, or the kids, or the Buquebus staff. It was me. Starting to feel a bit stressy about leaving Argentina and making the trip to the UK, even though I long to hug my family; finding an unexpected (writing books is far harder than I ever imagined it would be) third redraft of my book heavy going, even though I know it’s an essential and transformational draft, and putting pressure on myself to get it done before I fly to England; feeling that the trip to Uruguay was wasting my precious writing time, even though it allowed me six hours of redrafting on the boat and so didn’t really impact my schedule at all… oh gosh, and a few other equally rather ridiculous things besides.

Will I ever feel relaxed before a journey around the world from one of my home lands to the other?

This time, for the first time, I don’t have a physical home in Britain; I’ll be staying with friends and family. This time I don’t have my own car; I’ll be borrowing now and again. This time I’ll be spending most of my time in a part of the country where I’ve not lived since I was 17. Newness, change, the unknown… exciting, scary, exciting, scary…

Barbie: Hey Sallycat! Isn’t it gonna be AMAZING to swim in the Pembrokeshire sea and sing Debbie Harry songs on the Karaoke computer game with your little sisters?

VOD: Start panicking Sal. You’ll miss Buenos Aires sooooo much. How will you feel when you can’t sleep at 4am and there are no cafès or tango salons open in the whole of England, or the part of England you’ll be in anyway? And I know you don’t wander out into the Buenos Aires night in search of coffee, but you could if you wanted to right? Well, in England you won’t be able to, EVER!

Barbie: We’re gonna dance tango in London, and Bramshaw, and Burley and Shrewsbury! Dance, dance, dance little Sallycat, wherever you go!

VOD: Britain will put travel restrictions on people coming from Argentina because the swine flu is getting out of hand, and you won’t even get into the country, na na na naaaaaaa na!

Barbie: UK. OK? UK! OK! UKOKUKOKUKOK… YOU IN THE UK!!! 24th JULY! OK?

God, sometimes it feels like World War bloody Three between my ears.

Anyone else know what I mean?

Actually, seeing it written down reminds me that I know what I mean. I felt like it last time too, but far worse, and I survived. Seeing it written down is making me laugh aloud too. Recently I was talking to someone about how when we recognise a pattern of our own behaviour that we don’t like, we can stop it and change just by stopping it and changing it. There’s nothing hard about it. We just have to stop doing what we’ve always done. And behave a different way instead. Today VOD was trying to convince me that because I’ve got so much to do on the book draft, and so much to do to get ready for the trip, I’ve got no time to write a blog post. Well I’ve just proved him wrong, and that’s a great start. One step in the right direction is all I need to move out of panicked paralysis. And as I sign off here, I’ve already taken it.

I’m afraid this is clearly not one of those well thought out posts. It’s one of those ‘start somewhere and end where you’re meant to’ posts.  You know, the ones where I sometimes say, Thanks for listening.

Thanks for listening my friends,

from Sallycat, Barbie and VOD.

PS. And here’s the why in Urug-why, because like I said, there’s always a bright side. I got a brand spanking new tourist visa and after the sun came out on a most interesting City Tour, I took some super pics with my Pentax. Here they are in a lovely Flickr photoset called Day Trip to Uruguay.

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12 comments

  1. Mike in Van’s avatar

    Adah girl Sal

    Good for you…
    Be gone thou evil VOD…
    Peace be with thee sweet Barbie. Revile in the resolve to change a pattern and start anew.

    Always listening and ever supportive.
    Abrazos
    mj
    ps. Congrats on the brand spanking new visa.

    1. sallycat’s avatar

      Hi MikeinVan
      So glad you’re still listening!
      Yes, I am full of resolve. One day I’m gonna be relaaaaaaaaaaaaaaxed about travelling between homelands.
      And I’m already feeling more relaaaxed about it than I was yesterday, so I’m getting there!

      I love writing down what Barbie and VOD say… it’s so powerful and usually makes me laugh.
      Hope you are having a happy weekend, SC

  2. Christian’s avatar

    Hmm. Clearly VOD and you must have some kind of close relationship, because to a random guy like me, quite frankly he didn’t sound very convincing. ;-) Or maybe it’s just that he’s starting to lose his touch. :-)

    Anyways, wishing you loads of fun on your trip to Britain! You and Barbie, actually. You can leave VOD behind. The airline won’t have any problem with you bringing Barbie (she doesn’t take much space), but I have it on good authority that there would be a a surcharge if you brought VOD along too. You know, the extra seat and all that. So you see, it’s cheaper too that way! :-) Enjoy your dose of summer during the Argentine winter!

    1. sallycat’s avatar

      Yeah Christian I’ll be squeezing Barbie in and doing my absolute best to dump VOD in the car on the way to the airport!
      Thanks for all your good wishes – Me and Barbie are so excited to walk in English gardens again…

      You’re right that the stuff VOD says sometimes sounds ridiculous and implausable even to me, when I stop and really listen (and write it down like I do these days). When he’s in full flow though I can forget to do that and it just becomes a suffocating paralysing stream of negativity.
      And I guess what each person’s VOD says will be so tied in with who the person is – so yep I reckon he and me do have that rather close relationship because he knows every tiny weak point I’ve got! To other folk my VOD might sound daft in a ‘God why is she even listening to that rubbish?’ kind of way, but to meeeeee his words strike like knives… Mind you, you are also right that what he says is changing these days, it’s weaker somehow, less damaging to me, more easily shrugged off. He IS losing his touch! I really think he is! And thanks for noticing and helping me notice!!!

      Un abrazo from all of us, SC

  3. Emily’s avatar

    Well done Sally, you’ve just made me get on with editing my film (which has to be done by Friday and it’s too long already and I don’t want to edit anyone out but I’m going to have to and I’m not sure if it’s any good etc etc etc). Ok I am getting on with it! Thanks Sally…

    1. sallycat’s avatar

      Oh brilliant Emily.
      Crack on with it. Once you make a start, I think the film itself will help you and speak to you and kind of show you what to keep and what to cut… and what is good anyway eh? The thing is it will be YOU!!! Your marvellous, wonderful, unique creation that YOU brought people together to make. Wow! Whatever the film turns out to be, like Steve Morrall said to me the other day, you have already WON! Go you artist you! Go! Go! GO!

      SC

  4. Tangobob’s avatar

    Loved the rain photos, we have had a bit here as well, you will feel right at home when you arrive.
    Tell VOD to get F****** the people of Shrophire will welcome you with open arms, all the tango crowd cannot wait to meet you, and I have no dobt whatsoever about your family.
    .-= Tangobob´s last blog ..Gresford two, The birthday dance =-.

    1. sallycat’s avatar

      Oh what a lovely uplifting rocking comment TangoBob. Just what I need today!
      Hoping to make tango Shrewsbury at the Lantern on Thursday 6th August before heading off to Pembrokeshire on the Friday…
      Possibly possible for you? Or if not perhaps you might warn them we’re coming.
      I did try to send a mail via the http://www.shrewsburytango.com/ website but no idea if it arrived!

      Muchos besos till soon, SC

      1. tangobob’s avatar

        Hi Sal
        I checked my diary today when I got up, and we will be there on the 6th. We should be there tomorrow night aswell, so I will warn them to brace themselves for a Sallycataclysmic invasion.
        Don’t know why Dave has not responded to your email, I will nudge him aswell.
        .-= tangobob´s last blog ..Gresford two, The birthday dance =-.

        1. sallycat’s avatar

          Brilliant! See ya in Shrewsbury… how cool does that sound?! Wicked!!!
          SC

  5. Jamesy’s avatar

    Hi Sal
    I know I should be commenting on VOD and Barbie and the ongoing battle for supremacy ( VOD’s losing by the way) and also on the way that you snatched a beautifull day from what seemed to be turning into a disaster but I can’t.
    Your descriptive writing has captured me again

    “my feet were squelching in my socks, my hair was plastered to my head, and my puffa coat of fluffed up feathers had turned into a wet blanket.”

    I cant get this vision of a drowned Tango Dancer out of my head it made me laugh whilst evoking a great wave of sympathy as we have all been there.
    Good luck on your forthcoming trip to the UK I hope you find all that you wish for and who knows we may meet in Bramshaw or Burley don’t worry I will recognise you from your description above LOL
    yours JB

    1. sallycat’s avatar

      Hi Jamesy!

      You can comment on whatever you like here…
      Am delighted my writing made a picture in your head, and one that made you laugh.
      When I got home that night at 11.30pm after the three hour boat and then the 45 minute bus and began to tell my tale to Carlos I started to laugh hysterically… afterwards he said that he had never seen me laugh like that before: it was an uncontrollable laughter, Barbie laughter. I was picturing myself and I was a sight I can tell you!
      You will have no trouble recognising me on the dancefloor looking like that eh? Mind you if my hair’s dried out by then you can always look for the trendy red tipped specs!
      Will be at Burley 1st August and Bramshaw 2nd.
      Truly hope to see you there,

      SC

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