We get up quite late today – somehow we can’t really get used to the time shift. After a rich breakfast, we decide to visit the city center again – slow and relaxed, on foot. It doesn’t seem to be that hot and humid as yesterday. Just as we almost get to the Prado, we get approached by some guy: “You here for the first time? Oh, actually ‘almost just arrived’? Where are you from? Germany? Oh, my brother-in-law lives there…”. Sure, all that may be true and right, or just one of those ploys to trick tourists. Seems this is the second case here: “Fumar, amigos?”. No, we don’t usually, except for some cigar on special occasio… Oh, oh, cigars… Right. I could have seen this coming .
Our new friend Raoul tells us that we are in luck, since today is the last Sunday of the month and the “Dia de Cooperativa de Tobacco” or something like that. There is a great shop he knows of “just around the corner”, and just for today you can get discount. Well, somehow this seems like and almost lovingly-obvious ploy that we tell ourselves: “Whatever, let’s have a look at least”. That is, because the shop is actually in the same street as our accomondation and not exactly in “Chinatown”, the part of the town everyone gets warned of entering… We follow Raul into a building and it seems we find ourselves in his grandmother’s living room. Okay, THAT was unexpected. The cigar trade seems to flourish in here by the looks of it, since the old lady has lots of cigar boxes around. Since the prices are not that “special” as we thought them to be (more like they have been added some “special” Gringo tax), we pass. Of course a box of “Romeo y Julieta” or “Montecristo” cigars would still be a lot more expensive in Germany, but this is clearly some tourist trap .
We continue towards the Parque Central. You clearly notice that it’s Sunday today: A lot more kids are on the road, and you have to be a bit more careful – otherwise you might get run over: The Prado seems to be perfect for racing .