|Me and Tostada|
|Trying to Make Contact|
|OK, Tostada... ándale!|
Polo is not leisurely. It is a fast-paced, dangerous sport and also one of the most beautiful, but Nacho Figueras can relax. I won't be giving him a run for his money any time soon.
Back in Buenos Aires, I was able to take a polo class with Polo Elite. It was exciting to head out into the Pampas region and see the miles of horse farms, dotted with polo training grounds. I found myself with an interesting group, including a British couple that was traveling the world for a year, a nanotechnologist from Switzerland and two experienced equestrians from Canada.
Our instructor, Fernando, was more than able to accommodate our different skills and quickly got us on our horses and helped us get used to our mounts. Unlike the old horse I rode in Patagonia, who was sluggish, here I had a spirited steed that didn’t trot and only ran. I only had to inch my hand forwards and “Tostada” would break into a gallop. My first time learning to hit the ball was problematic given my usual lack of coordination and my horse’s innate reluctance to do anything slowly. Still one learns some basic skills and managed to play an abbreviated game.
That night’s dinner was in the trendy area of Palermo where we found creative sushi and sushi-inspired dishes. Sushi is popular in Argentina. However, the rolls in Buenos Aires were very different from what I would recognize in the United States. There is cream cheese in every thing. At least half a dozen variations of the California roll exist. Overall, the better stuff are the nigiri classics that one would know well. After drinks in Plaza Serrano, we found ourselves heading home at 1am, just as the area was getting going.