Tortugas Country Polo

Spending the morning rushing around Buenos Aires city center wasn't fun, I desperately tried to find something that would turn me from scratty traveller to high society it girl for as little "plata" (cash) as possible, whilst Chris slept off a mammoth hangover.
After being beeped at, grabbed at, and whispered obscene things at by old men, I finally arrived at a sanctuary, a place all girls feel safe and happy at, it's called...Zara.
After shedding my worn out holey clothes, I put on my new dress, a pair of shades, some heels, and finally felt like myself again.
Chris eventually crawled out of bed and made himself look very presentable too. The two of us plus 3 new friends we made in the hostel took taxis out to Tortuga Country. It being a monday afternoon we thought we would be the only people watching it, but when we got there we had a surprise. This was a very important match between two of the top teams in Argentina, and the immaculate Polo ground was packed.

It was a great atmosphere, the sun was shinning, the ponies were on top form, the game was really close, and the little posh kids got overly excited and started jumping, screaming and spraying seven-up like it was champagne at a Grand Prix!
After the game some canapes were offered around and the boys had a couple more drinks.

Tortugas country club is about 30 km out of BA center, it is a private neighbourhood with a secure perimeter, body guards, tennis courts, golf course, gym, swimming pools, it's own polo ground of course, and huge mansions.

Sam the "Backpacker" Packwood & her friend from Brazil, G.
We got to have a look around after the match and it reminded us of the OC, or Stepford. The security was so tight that we actually felt pretty unwelcome after the match when we tried to get a taxi out of the neighbourhood. But it was a great game, everybody enjoyed it, and I forgot all about the dirty old men in town!