Thunderstorms throughout the night and temperature dropped to low 20’s.
Booked in for the tango show this afternoon and have to be ready for the bus for 2:15.
Lynne still nursing her cold and as it was raining, decided not to go ashore. I went to the gym to do some pedalling and Lynne went to the laundrette, to do some ironing and gossiping.
We joined the queue for the buses and were taken on a quick tour of the city centre, before arriving at the Señor Tango theatre. Our guide knew that we had been to Uruguay first and felt obliged to correct any propaganda that we may have picked up. For instance: Argentina invented the Tango and not, as we had previously been told, Uruguay. The major tango singer – Gardel – was born in France and emigrated to Argentina, as a child. He was definitely not born in Montevideo. Uruguay’s defeat of Argentina, in the 1950 World Cup was due to biased refereeing.
At the theatre, we were directed to our seats on the balcony. The dining tables were arranged in booths and you had to move to seats at the edge of the balcony, to see the show.
We thought that it may be dinner and then the show, or the other was around but both took place at the same time. I was taking photographs when the starter – Empanadas – arrived and no-one thought to get one for me. Lynne quickly scoffed hers, so not even a sniff. I took refuge in the plentiful supply of wine, which I was able to augment further by speaking to the waiter in Spanish. The main course – Steak and Chips – arrived towards the end of the show. The steaks were very big and Lynne asked the waiter if he could bring her a smaller one. He promptly took it away and that was the last we saw of him. Selflessly an without holding a grudge over my missing empanada, I said that Lynne could share my steak. She carried on eating, while I chatted to the person sitting next to me. Admittedly, given the amount of wine I had drunk, I was not at my most alert but when I turned around, all of the steak had gone and I was greeted by a large burp. This, of course, is my side of the story but I certainly did not get anything to eat.
The show was really spectacular, especially the part where two horses were ridden onto the stage – fortunately, they were well behaved, otherwise it could have been challenging for the dancers.
The lack of food did not seem to matter. I had lost track of time and it was only about 7:30, when I staggered towards the bus.
