Puerto Madero

After a redeye flight over Bolivia and into Argentina, Anna and I landed at Ezeiza International Airport around 5 a.m., quickly cleared immigration, and took an Uber into town. Staying on points at the glistening harbourside Hilton Buenos Aires, we were recognized as Diamond members even though my status had lapsed back in April, so we were able to use the hotel facilities right away, including the rooftop pool and the eighth-floor executive lounge for breakfast 

Thanks to Strava Heatmaps, we figured that the best way to start the day would be to go jogging around the Reserva Ecológica Costanera Sur. Running in the fresh Atlantic breeze, it felt strange to imagine that the promenade had once been known for its splendour and decadence in the 1920s. Continuing into the revamped harbour area and across the compulsory white footbridge by Santiago Calatrava, we passed the campus of Pontifical Catholic University of Argentina and a row of vintage cranes, making me wonder how different the city, with its porteños (“port people”), must have looked when Evert Taube first visited in 1910.