Tuesday 19th - anxiously awaiting arrival of Sam. And my laundry.

I self-prescribed a lazy day in today. First must do item, get laundry done. So far I have successfully been attired by items from my carry-on backpack and what I wore on the first flights.

I'm desperately trying not to unpack any of my big suitcase packing-cube collection, but fast running out of options. For some reason I thought I had a washing machine here in BA, but I've obviously mixed that up with the Barcelona accomm.  So yesterday I scoured Google maps for nearby laundromats.  Closest ones 18 mins walk away, inconsistent reviews, it rained solidly all day and I couldn't be bothered walking over an hour to drop/collect/walk home.  So I've elected for the hotel laundry service, which is usually the top of the Do Not Do list when travelling.

However it involves no walking in the rain and by my hopefully-accurate pesos to dollars conversion, the prices are okay. So yesterday evening I took my bundle of clothes to reception and was advised to come back at 7.30am and the clothes would be ready that afternoon.  Sigh, I really did not want to set an alarm, but did so and presented again this morning. The young lady receptionist was a little shocked and sent me back to by room to await "one person with a bag" to collect the offending laundry 😀.  It was collected about an hour later and I've no idea what timeframe we agreed to but we were both very charming.

So, this meant my Qantas PJ pants had their public debut as outer wear - to the hotel breakfast room.  The ensemble was completed with a pair of plastic slides, a black tshirt and red patterned tunic.  Quite the look.  As I outlined to Kate earlier, my reasons are thus: couldn't be arsed unpacking other stuff,  technically I didn't leave the building (until *lunch time but let's not get ahead), travel entitles one to the no-shame rule.

Breakfast was pretty good, lots of cereals, fruit, pastries as well as the usual cooked things.  Pot coffee was entirely acceptable which is a major find. I spent the morning sorting my half unpacked backpack, booking some more driver pickups for our next flights, and generally catching up on stuff, chatting with the in-transit Sam, peering out the window to investigate random arguments, dramas, shouting and sirens.  It was delightful.  

Not sure what transpired here but it involved a LOT of shouting, honking traffic being held up, the grey haired man collapsing to the ground then being helped back up, a stool being brought over for him, the motor cycle riders leaving and then a very excitable cyclist joining in discussions.

Then it was Taxi O'clock.

 

 

Had to venture out for *lunch, PJ pants rationale as above, but dressed up the outfit with shoes and socks this time.  Thankfully the laundry has just been delivered at 7pm which mean I will be able to wear actual pants when Sam arrives and we dine out.

Phew!