You can probably imagine that living in somewhere like Argentina can sometimes be a bit chaotic – hey what I am talking about a bit chaotic it is bloody chaotic. However, when one is chaotic such as moi one can feel quite comfortable in that situation – an orderly life was never going to be on the cards for me for sure. I remember when I used to live with the lovely Lotta in Sweden in the 90s how I used to complain how orderly it was. I recall, once cycling down the road on my bike going the wrong way and every few moments an orderly Swedish person would point out to me the error of my ways vigorously pointing in the direction I should be going in. I am sure Swedish people, lovely as they are, would find the chaos of the Argentines well let’s just say chaotic. Indeed if there is an opposite in countries Sweden and Argentina are them – riding the wrong way down a street is the norm here so when you cross a way one street don’t forget to look both ways please!
Now my last blog talked about the never ending saga we had with getting our telephone working in the estancia – it took over two years to get it fixed - yep have a look at my previous blog to hear the whole chaotic story. Well finally a few weeks ago we got it fixed and I published my blog and few pics of us celebrating the historic event and at last putting the broken phone saga to bed – whoops see for a moment I thought was living in Sweden and I should have known better of course .
Last week we were using the phone when all of a sudden it went dead (up went the “ no funciona “ sign again – oh no I thought not another two years of waiting for it to be fixed again. Then all of a sudden it started to work again but oddly on the line there was someone in Tapalque talking to someone else from goodness knows where – a sort of old fashioned crossed line – do they still happen in England - no doubt they don’t happen in orderly Sweden . Anyhow Raquel found herself in a three way conversation when one of the other persons asked who the hell Raquel was. She explained that she was speaking from La Margarita – the person asked what the phone number was and she told him. “that’s my phone number” he said “and has been for the past few years so you can get of my line “. Poor Raquel perplexed she apologized and spoke to Susana about this new telephone saga. Susana spoke to the guy who then said he was going to sue us – umm you can see this is developing into a chaotic situation eat your heart out Sweden. Susana obviously explained that it had nothing to do with us it was the fault of that monopoly Telefonica who were to blame “ok he said but I gotta sue somebody “he retorted. Now this is probably why there are more lawyer s in Argentine per population than any country in the world, I mean you never know when you will need to sue someone for a crossed line! Susana spoke to Claudio who we have been dealing with getting our phone fixed who over the years has become a friend of the family we have been dealing with him for so long. He said ok I will see what I can do and that’s where we stand at the moment. Our phone works but it also rings in the other guy’s house and we have these strange three way conversations - see as I said it’s chaotic. Claudio bless him is no doubt on the ball and will have it fixed almost certainly by this time next year – in the meantime no doubt us and the other party on the crossed line will become friends over a mate and sort it out between us
This is David Cummings alias The English Gaucho ringing the Swedish Embassy just to see how easy it is to get a visa there!
On a final note I want to say that of course my little blog and our little problem with our telephone is of course the size of an ant when compared to what has happened in Japan – the phone problem gives me the chance to write a little jokey blog about it but that can’t be done for the terrible terrible tragedy in Japan - all we can do is donate a bit of money and hope above all hope that it doesn’t get any worse for them - my heart goes out to them