Tigre

In the stale, humid, hot summer months the residents of Buenos Aires flock en masse to Tigre, a river delta area just north of the city where water the color of dulce de leche laps onto vibrant green, perfectly manicured lawns. The contrast is beautiful. A boat takes you past summer homes standing high above the flood plain, through the lattice work of waterways deep into the delta, the sound of electric fans and the tinkling of ice in glasses mixes with the laughter of friends and family relaxing wherever the breeze is greatest.

We ate at a restaurant in front of the local boat gas station. It provided us with a cross section of the neighborhood. They all got gas, beer/water, and ice.

Doctor in white scrubs in a short tuggish boat
Older man and mistress in a long red cigarette boat
Barge kicking up a ton of deisel bringing tears to your eyes
Ice Cream boat the jingle is always the same
Teenagers fixing up stalled jet ski
Bare chested crew skull (how argentine's love their chest hair!)
Family in a classic wood boat
Teenagers in a tricked out wakeboarding boat argentine metal playing
Landscapers in canoe paddling with a rake