Wake up, toilette, breakfast (the usual Argentine: sugar-sugar-sugar, thus I remained at the toast-butter-coffee offer), then I strolled toward the railway station.

The Plaza Italia, in La Plata, hahaha, has simply i and a.

Does Budapest or any other developed city has such?

During the walk I realized the difference between the two silvers: this and Mar del Plata. On this short morning I spotted more pretty and heading to work women here (small things which rev up the fantasy of the pervert type men). It was strange for myself as well, but this was the case. I thought the beaches and sunshine of Mar del Plata will bring more pretty women. It brought but still less.

Aside of the pretty women and pervert men, a totally different subject: I already discovered quite lot of Argentina so far. Quite alot.

But so far, listening to my experiences, I can clearly say that the worst drivers of the country can be found in La Plata.

They bear all the bad skills of the whole country - without the intention of a complete list: forgetting the right of the pedestrians, the grand interpretation of the red lights, the lines separating the lanes must be under the car - all those don't matter.

But here people interpret the pedestrian crossings as when the lights are red, they must stop on the crossing. Not before: on the crossing.

The railway station.

This view gets into the eyes of the visitors who step out from the station.

Train-fetishists, do tell the type of the engine, the brand, year and the last 3 numbers of the DNI of the driver.

Adiós La Plata.