Tigre Delta

If you read my last post carefully, you probably noticed that I cheated you out of a day of reporting. Because one day I was not in Buenos Aires, but in the Tigre Delta. There, more than 30 rivers flow into the Rio Uruguay. But from the beginning. After many impressions from the city, the eye and the soul need some quieter impressions in between.
By the way, the day trip there is also inexpensive and quick and can be planned spontaneously. Take the metro to Retiro Station, which is already worth a visit on its own.

There you get on the suburban train with the final stop Tigre and off you go on the one-hour ferry ride. By the way, the train stops at every milk can and Mommy has been shock-frozen like in every means of transportation in Argentina. The sinuses are happy! So the rule: Even in warm weather, always have a jacket for longer journeys. Robert was also with us again, albeit slightly battered from a pub crawling tour.

When you arrive at the Tigre Delta, you feel a little reminded of the Dutch canals. Either you take a boat tour there, which can last between one and two hours, or you walk on foot. Of course, we continued on foot. After all, Robert still had to sober up a bit. Slight schadenfreude! When you move away from the crowds there, the streets become calm and dreamy. On the water, however, it is not as calm and leisurely as on the Dutch canals. Here, jet skis and sports boats rush past fast-moving excursion steamers.