June 27-29 5 Star comfort, a graveyard, a post office and a tango show

May Ann has been working pretty damn hard this year and with all the work she has been doing abroad she was able to save up a heap of starpoints and book us some luxury accommodation at the Park Tower Hotel.
I have to admit, I felt pretty silly walking into the plush lobby a 5 star hotel in backpacker style clothes that hadn't been washed in a week, unshaven carrying my backpack and a torn plastic garbage bag full of smelly washing. So I quickly put my bags onto the bellboys trolley and walked a slight distance behind May Ann trying to avoid bringing down her image too much. It worked, May Ann was instantly upgraded to one of the best rooms in the hotel.
This room rocked, big bed, 2 TVs, cable, great views of Buenos Aires from the 19th Floor and a huge bathroom complete with Spa bath, great shower and not 1 but 2 sinks! Yeah I know, prime!
The next day we visited the cemetery in Recoleta kind of like a small city for the dead, I thought it seemed very pleasant (some of the Mausoleums even had little lounge rooms with seats next to the coffins) May Ann thought it was all very creepy. After checking out Evita's modest grave, we caught up with the others for a buffet lunch in Recoleta which was a pretty cheap all you can eat ($5).
We then headed with poor old Yasmin to the post office to help her collect her Ipod (which had been stolen in Cusco, so her family had gone to all the trouble of buying another, loading her music onto it and sending it to us in Argentina, unfortunately the courier had dropped around to our hotel while we were out and the concierge could not pay the mysterious pickup fee of 600 pesos (200 USD) so we decided to try our luck picking it up from the post office only 200 meters away from our hotel) which turned out to be difficult. To cut a long story short, massive queues, Argentinian bureaucracy and a language barrier can make any simple task take forever, and in the end they told us they did not know where it was and we needed to come back later.
That evening May Ann and I attended dinner and a Tango show. The food was abit ordinary (my steak was supposed to be medium-rare but it was blue) but the company and the performances were spectacular.