I woke up early this morning to let Derya out of the building so that she could catch her remiso to El Calafate. After going back to sleep for several hours and then dawdling about the apartment for a fair amount of time, I decided to go out and forage for food. I had designs on an empanada, or maybe some thick-crust pizza.
But when I popped up to Defensa to check things out, I was met with a sad, sad, state of affairs. Not a thing was open. Nothing. Not a single restaurant. Not a guy selling sandwiches from a stand. Not even a mini-mart. I wandered and wandered and wandered some more, but couldn't find a single place open. Not the gas station mart... Not even the McDonalds.
I passed by a several confused-looking tourists, a few people walking dogs, and a couple of groups with matching "censo" totes, but that was it. I even saw a furtive shopkeeper or two ducking into his storefront, but not a shop was open. Hungry, and slightly creeped out by the empty streets, I returned to the apartment.
Where I waited, hungrily. And did some online research. While I'd originally thought everything was closed due to Kirchner's death (former president/current first man), it turned out that like the US, Argentina does a census every ten years, except they do it all in one day. A day during which nothing is open and all are required to stay home and wait for the census. No wonder I got the stink-eye from that cop.
Finally understanding that my state of hunger would likely last only until 8pm, I waited it out. At 8pm on the nose, I ventured out to a city that was... Still pretty dead. Oh well... All's well that ends well.
Empanada count: 6
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