Buenos Aires look jet-lag

Buenos Aires look jet-lag

He had heard of jet lag but had never experienced, not even when I traveled from here (Argentina) to Thailand. Perhaps the excitement of arriving in Asia did not allow me feel bad at that time.

Buenos Aires look jet-lag

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But here in Buenos Aires I suffered.

Also known as syndrome time zones , jet lag occurs when more than three times zones intersect plane. Travel long distance from east to west (and vice versa) produce an imbalance between our internal clock (biological cycle that marks the hours of sleep and wakefulness) and the outer zone of the country you are up, and that can cause insomnia, fatigue, digestive problems, anxiety, dehydration, headaches, impaired coordination, confusion in decision making, forgetfulness, irritability and apathy (all together). According to NASA (yes, the same), the body takes you one day per time zone adapted,  if crossed 10 time zones, will take 10 days to return to normal.

Buenos Aires look jet-lag

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I had all of the above symptoms, with special emphasis on confusion in decision making, forgetfulness and insomnia; although the best definition of what was my state during the first three days was that my cousin told me: “It’s like being in a dream.”

walking like a dream where all signs make sense and the streets are empty

The first two nights I slept four hours, I woke up suddenly at 5 am and could not sleep anymore. On Friday afternoon (my birthday) I went to take a nap (something not done for years, literally) and woke up with the brain working in English and the impulse to speak that language. While the words came to me in Spanish, I sounded strange, artificial. The previous day I had great difficulty deciding where to meet with my friends to celebrate my birthday and, every time someone talked me fast or strong, I felt very overwhelmed. Just again be on Sunday, five days after arriving : during that period of time, I felt that everything that was happening around me happened on another plane, as if my body was there but my mind was gone flying through the clouds.

Buenos Aires look jet-lag

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On Friday, first day I went out to take the bus (public bus), something happened to me that state of reverie increased and led to a bizarre situation and existential level. As he remembered where he was stop 39 and walked to the corner, a man (Argentine about 35-40 years) stopped me and asked in English: “Where are you from?” . I braked and I stared at him for several long seconds, thinking what to say. I am very used to make me that question, but in another context, then you asked me an Argentine in our own city and my state of jet lag made me feel very confused. I replied “of Argentina” and kept walking. But then I thought is it that no longer belong to Buenos Aires? Or is it that my face jet-lag makes me look like a lost tourist? Where am I? I went on to be a citizen of the world rather than a country?

Buenos Aires look jet-lag

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Buenos Aires, cold, and I

During my days of daydreams, walk Buenos Aires I found just that: to be like a dream. Gradually reacquainted me with those so typical elements of the city that had forgotten for being so intrinsic part of the landscape: dog walkers with its 20 belts and 20 dogs tousled around, street newsstands with all caps and news show, flower stalls corners, the young men who leave restaurants with coffee and sugar on the silver tray and leave it on a table at the edge of the street, women who come to walk their dogs dressed in clothes of wool as the green signs with posters of the latest movies, yellow and black taxis, noise which makes the subway when moving on the tracks, the pizza delivery waiting at the door of the building holding the box with the pillion, public spaces in spare, soccer fields 5, parking lots wedged between two buildings in the downtown, the smell of bills that escapes from bakeries, macroscopic spilling candy, executive lunch menu, Chinese supermarkets where almost no one speaks Spanish, women who walk with their heavy fur coats, men who ( unfortunately) still sleep on the sidewalks and parks, ticket sellers group waiting at bus stops, hawkers that are uploaded to public transportation and offer everything from duds to facilitators cornstarch and Palmerston benefit of institutions for ex-drug-addicts, art and filleting of collective, the obelisk at night, Colon (finally) reopened.

Buenos Aires look jet-lag

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I discovered new bars and bookstores, I saw some places closed, others are in rental and other still standing as when I left. The reality is this: certain corners can mutate, but a city does not change from one day to the other. Buenos Aires remains the same, now that feels different me.

I want to take pictures of everything I mentioned, but still do not dare to go out with the camera, so for now I’m content with the cell. Ironic, is not ?, I am able to walk with the camera around his neck cities I do not know, but do not dare to do the same in mine. It is because I know the risks all too well. Even if I wanted, at some point, take the camera to wander around here. To know more reviews visit http://diffone.com/

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