Friday, 10/25. Tour of the city’s primary cemetery. Now it’s the other one in the city. Eva Peron, the most famous (and controversial) woman of Argentina is buried here, though her travels in death was long and cumbersome. Someone wrote a book about it. Her resting place is next to the father who disavowed her, in the part of the city that reviled her. “Rest in Peace” is problematic.
Exited the city to the delta area. Very surprising, as Martin expected. Hundreds of islands connected only by boat. None have cars, though all have electricity. Fascinating. A suburban Venice. Many dismal houses alongside beautiful homes. Schools, churches, resorts. “School boats”. Mail delivered by boat, house by house. A floating hospital. It was all a big surprise, being not 30 minutes from the city.
Those flying home today were impacted by weather situations in the States. All did get out though. I choose to stay in my room this afternoon/evening to cleanse my mind of two weeks with people. Tomorrow there will only be 8 of us. Better. (To be fair, I think this group, though larger than any other tour, was the best of my seven OAT excursions.)
Very big rubber tree. 
Statue in place of a post holding up a rubber tree branch. 
Martin is also confused by “Tourist Police”. 
Entrance to the cemetery. Very exclusive. About 50,000 souls. 
This is Eva Peron’s family crypt. “Dad” would be put out. Note the line to take a photo. 
Hard to see, but the passenger is holding a shotgun. 
Slums. The upper level is equal in height to the elevated highway we’re on. Sad. 
High school. 