Embedded Travel Guides: We are searching the world for folks who can take you on a field trip of their "backyard." When we find these folks, we then stealthy embed them into their local travel scene and ask them to be our eyes and ears out in the field.
We are expecting the same sort of grainy video, choppy sentences, and snapshot photos that you are use to seeing from embeds. The rub is, at the end of the day we should be left with a backyard travel guidebook like no other.
I'm finished. In every sense of the word. Hungover, bilious and exhausted; one pair of overpriced sneakers worn out, one liver on the way. It's been great fun. If you've been reading, thank you. If you haven't, you've missed an opportunity to augment your knowledge of, and sympathy for, the human race, so get thyself to the archives, which, if I carry on like this, will surely outlive me.
Embedded Travel Guides: We are searching the world for folks who can take you on a field trip of their "backyard." When we find these folks, we then stealthy embed them into their local travel scene and ask them to be our eyes and ears out in the field.
We are expecting the same sort of grainy video, choppy sentences, and snapshot photos that you are use to seeing from embeds. The rub is, at the end of the day we should be left with a backyard travel guidebook like no other.
If you've heard anything about Buenos Aires, you've probably heard something about Palermo Viejo. This quiet, mazy, cobblestoned neighbourhood to the north of the centre has been extremely made over since the late 1990s, and is now the city's most fashionable district for dining, shopping, sleeping in style, or just hanging around on street corners looking fly.
Embedded Travel Guides: We are searching the world for folks who can take you on a field trip of their "backyard." When we find these folks, we then stealthy embed them into their local travel scene and ask them to be our eyes and ears out in the field.
We are expecting the same sort of grainy video, choppy sentences, and snapshot photos that you are use to seeing from embeds. The rub is, at the end of the day we should be left with a backyard travel guidebook like no other.
Every couple of years, give or take, I tell my wife to put on her dancing shoes and I take her to one of BA's many spiffy discotheques where we have an absolutely marvelous time, um, tearing up the dance floor to the fat beats mashed up by the disk jockey in his booth. Last night, after noticing the year had an odd number in it, we did just that. We attended a nightclub.
Embedded Travel Guides: We are searching the world for folks who can take you on a field trip of their "backyard." When we find these folks, we then stealthy embed them into their local travel scene and ask them to be our eyes and ears out in the field.
We are expecting the same sort of grainy video, choppy sentences, and snapshot photos that you are use to seeing from embeds. The rub is, at the end of the day we should be left with a backyard travel guidebook like no other.
You better cut the pizza in four pieces because I'm not hungry enough to eat six. --Yogi Berra
Like I said last week, Porteños are not nearly as obsessed with meat as everyone supposes them to be. Steak isn't a treat; it's what your better half waves in front of your face at 9.55pm just before the game kicks off.
Embedded Travel Guides: We are searching the world for folks who can take you on a field trip of their "backyard." When we find these folks, we then stealthy embed them into their local travel scene and ask them to be our eyes and ears out in the field.
We are expecting the same sort of grainy video, choppy sentences, and snapshot photos that you are use to seeing from embeds. The rub is, at the end of the day we should be left with a backyard travel guidebook like no other.
You may have got the impression from my last report that BA is some kind of Blade Runner-esque dystopia with no green spaces worth mentioning. Not the case. While asphalt definitely trumps arboretums in the Argentine capital, there are plenty of gardens, parks and plazas that Porteños frequent regularly, kids and dogs in tow. But it's not like Manhattan where you simply walk towards the middle until you hit the park: you have to work a bit harder and schlep a little farther to score some grass in BA, but it's definitely worth the effort.
Embedded Travel Guides: We are searching the world for folks who can take you on a field trip of their "backyard." When we find these folks, we then stealthy embed them into their local travel scene and ask them to be our eyes and ears out in the field.
We are expecting the same sort of grainy video, choppy sentences, and snapshot photos that you are use to seeing from embeds. The rub is, at the end of the day we should be left with a backyard travel guidebook like no other.
One of the best things to do in any big city is to get the hell out of it. The problem with Buenos Aires is that it is surrounded by hundreds of square kilometres of pancake-flat pampas; no hills, not many trees, and not much of interest to see unless you're a fanatical cow-watcher (and there seem to be fewer and fewer of us these days).
Embedded Travel Guides: We are searching the world for folks who can take you on a field trip of their "backyard." When we find these folks, we then stealthy embed them into their local travel scene and ask them to be our eyes and ears out in the field.
We are expecting the same sort of grainy video, choppy sentences, and snapshot photos that you are use to seeing from embeds. The rub is, at the end of the day we should be left with a backyard travel guidebook like no other.
Today, Matt is handing over the reins today to new Time Out Buenos Aires editor, Bridget Gleeson. Bridget is writing about a subject, Men, that Matt, being one, knows nothing about.
Embedded Travel Guides: We are searching the world for folks who can take you on a field trip of their "backyard." When we find these folks, we then stealthy embed them into their local travel scene and ask them to be our eyes and ears out in the field.
We are expecting the same sort of grainy video, choppy sentences, and snapshot photos that you are use to seeing from embeds. The rub is, at the end of the day we should be left with a backyard travel guidebook like no other.
Expect his guide to be dead on. Way back when, he told us that La Cabaña is not the best steakhouse in Argentina, and rather, a national embarrassment, the kind of place that in previous epochs of "our" history would have been firebombed--reserved for Steakhouse Suckers, his words, not ours. This is exactly the kind of unadulterated sentiment you can expect to find from this embed.
Tourism fads come and go and all of the rules change all of the time. Except this one: Everybody loves a good cemetery. It's the acceptable face of necromania. People will cross half a dozen time zones just to hover awkwardly around the sacred turf of a celebrity cadaver. And if you think of Madame
Tussaud's as a kind of mortuary of the living dead, a preview screening of how superstars will look after the embalmer has finished with them, the case is closed. Stiffs sell.
