One of the things I am enjoying about hostel life is that this place is a beehive of cross-pollination. What is heard here is unfiltered by teams of experts who determine what the public should or shouldn’t hear, or the politically correct interpretation that should be given to events or ideas under discussion. In a month’s time I have lost count of how many countries have been represented here, but I suspect it is close to two dozen or more. I am sometimes amused (and alternatively annoyed) when someone asks what are Argentines like, or what do they think of Americans, as if there is an Argentine mind or an American character. It is a common enough practice, but the following are excerpts from very individual (and sharp) minds culled from the noisy life of Puerto Limon hostel in San Telmo barrio of Buenos Aires. And they have opinions and experiences you may not have heard on CNN.
Are Argentines Passive?
Take Jorgia, for example, a former staffer pictured here, who went on to a teaching job somewhere. Jorgia is from Bahia, Brazil and when she completes her education here she intends to return to Brazil. Her mother tongue is Portuguese, but she also speaks Spanish and impeccably fluent English. She was a quick student as a child and she has adapted well here from all appearances. Jorgia says she gets a little homesick and she doesn’t like certain behaviors she considers common among Argentines. She feels they are too passive and gave as an example when riding on a city bus if the driver fails to stop at a scheduled location, indifferent to the people who have been standing patiently in line for the bus to stop, Jorgia says the people on the bus will say nothing, while back in her Brazilian community everyone on the bus would be yelling at the bus driver to stop; hey, didn’t you see the line back there?! The passengers wouldn’t let the bus driver get away with skipping a stop.
I asked Rick, an American here some seven or eight years what he thought about that, he said yes and no. Yes, Argentines can seem passive at times, but in past decades people who were too loud-spoken had a tendency to disappear, and that leaves an indelible memory in the minds of the public. Sometimes you can sense a need to lower one’s voice and a desire to remain anonymous when in uncertain company.

“Never Again” Brave words but there remains in the recent public consciousness an awareness that freedom is never guaranteed.
He was of course referring to the Dirty War, from 1974 to 1983, waged by the military against the forces of Marxism in Argentina. As many as 30,000 dissidents were tortured or ‘disappeared’ during the campaign, and it is considered politically incorrect to refer to it as a War, which would imply conflict between equal sides. There is a public monument to those who vanished during those years, just a few blocks from this hostel.
However there are exceptions to this alleged passivity or reticence on the part of Argentinians. They are prone to lively demonstrations, and on one occasion Rick observed a bus driver refused to let a man and woman board his bus, and the husband leaned up against the front of the bus, with arms and feet spread out, so that the driver would have to literally run over him to advance up the street. There was a lot of yelling and screaming between the man and the driver, and a crowd gathered and traffic was stopped in all directions, and there was more yelling and screaming, and then five or six of the police arrived and there was a lot of negotiating and yelling and arguing that went on about an hour. Finally the bus driver let the couple on his bus and departed. Rick said a lot of the people in the crowd were angry and calling the bus driver uncomplimentary names. That kind of activism is about as local as it gets.
The Impact of History on Business Behavior
I had a somewhat related conversation with a local Argentinian real estate entrepreneur, a well-educated, articulate executive with global perspectives. He remarked that Argentinian businessmen, including notably those in the hospitality industry, are not particularly oriented to customer satisfaction as a strategy for building client loyalty and return business. They are, in his opinion, more oriented to milking existing business for every penny of profit in a very short-term mindset and are reluctant to reinvest profits back into their businesses.. He believes this practice is also a product of Argentine history, generally marked by national instability and lurching from crisis to crisis. After a while the population and the business community develop a crisis mentality, meaning if times are good this year, hoard it rather than invest because there’s no telling what new crises will develop next year. A lack of confidence in their own national institutions and leadership turns them into short-term opportunists. He says he can understand the mentality but he cannot excuse it, because it is very counter-productive business-wise and makes for poor judgments. Customers (and travelers) don’t come back, and that of course, becomes the next crisis. He thinks Argentinians are spoiled by political promises of free stuff far beyond the capacity of the country to pay for it. It buys votes and temporary power but also creates the next round of dissatisfaction and turmoil.
Medical Malpractice Colombian Style.
One of my recent roommates, a young doctor named Felipe, in a lengthy heart-to-heart about his career choice to go into medicine in his native country of Colombia, explained to me the dangers of his profession when practiced in the back country of Colombia. Felipe described the ten years of higher education he had already invested in becoming a doctor, somewhat similar to the career path of an American medical student through residency, fellowship, and Board Certification. In Colombia however, before you become a full-fledged doctor qualified to open a practice, you must give a year of your formation in the ‘outback’ of the country, in remote villages and small towns. The problem is that if a patient being attended to by a physician suffers, gets worse, or dies, whether his fault or not, he is occasionally murdered by the villagers in retaliation.
Felipe says several of his medical colleagues met an untimely end in this manner, and that he is fortunate that he has not been assigned to the rural areas, but to Bogota, where such practices don’t happen. I asked him about police protection or from the military, and he said they don’t care and look the other way. I’ll write more about Felipe’s story and refreshing attitudes toward the practice of medicine later. A book on American medical malpractice I have co-authored with neurosurgeon Dr. Lawrence Schlachter hits the bookstore shelves this coming January. Maybe Felipe should come to North America to talk with his fellow medical students who are stressed beyond belief. He is very sincere and has a strong heartfelt passion for the healing profession, but his comments and experiences make the North American practice of malpractice litigation to settle differences about the quality of health care seem remarkably benign by comparison.
Felipe is in Buenos Aires seeking to advance his prospects of beginning his private practice in about six months. He says he will make less money here than in Colombia, but doctors here who work in rural areas don’t fear for their lives. He plans to spend his life in family practice; he wants to care for all generations of families in his care. He says there is considerable range of competence among physicians, and he has already worked with some where he makes most of the important decisions because he lacks confidence in the judgments of some of his peers. He says he once had an unhappy outcome with a patient, and it resulted in depression and tears (his and presumably others) and it left him determined to master his profession and become an exceptional physician that patients sought out because of his reputation. He says one negative experience totally changed his life. Felipe is 29 years old. I think he will make a wonderful doctor. He loves children and loves to help them, but it is unbearably sad when you know they are terminally ill and you are limited in what you can do for them.

Anahi Javiera, current resident of Puerto Limon, checking quality of honey production at a supplier in central Mexico
Mexican Anahi Javiera, a resident here who is something of an expert on the global production/import/export of honey, came to Argentina because as the largest exporter of high quality honey in the world, it is the epicenter of the industry she loves . She explains that honey can come from a single large tree if the hives are placed below the tree or nearby, and that honey takes on distinct characteristics from its source. As a well-thought-out career move she is positioning herself closer to the action. As an intellectual metaphor, the cross-pollination of cultures and ideas going on in Puerto Limon is certainly not single sourced, which is precisely what gives it its complexity and interest. It is a seedbed of personal growth and innovation for those seeking it.
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Love your sharing the stories of personal contacts you have and are making…..I find people to be the most fascinating aspect of travel….whether it’s a walk to the beach or in another part of the world. All are interesting and am especially cheering on Felipe…..it’s the nurse in me…..he definitely has the intelligence and especially the heart to be the best physician. Connected to your site through the Travel Writers FB page…..have spoken to you and heard you present at the 2014 and 2015 UTW Workshops ….. but checking now to make sure I have subscribed as well. Do not want to miss a post. And Buenos Aires has always been on my list….believe I have family or natives from my ancestral Italian village there. Besides being a fantastic writer and story teller, John, you continue to inspire me in my writing pursuits!! Gracias y los mejores deseos para el éxito continuo!
Thank you Anne for subscribing. I have a list of folks I send emails to when I post (at their request) but I wish they would subscribe. Makes it easier for me. And I don’t fill up anybody’s mail box. And also thanks for your comments about the doctor. He was so sincere–he was what we would hope all our doctors were at that age–and never changed! There are amazing foreign populations in Argentina, and they quite often cluster together, understandably. There is comfort in shared memories and language. I have to fight the temptation to spend too much time here in the hostel with English-language speakers–precisely because it is easier than fighting for words in Spanish. In any event, gracias. Los lectores hacen al escritor.
Hello John,
It seems I’ve started the last two mornings with you in Buenos Aires. You and a cup of tea are such good company. I look forward to more of your reflections. –MaryGo
PS – I just got the complete works of Mark Twain. You once compared my words to his; I thought it was time I found out why. –Mary
I love Mark Twain. He was an irascible wit with a sharp tongue, and s-o-o-o politically incorrect, even for his age. Just a year ago I re-read Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn. I was traveling through his home town in Missouri and stayed in a Motel 6 on Huckleberry Finn Dr. I had to stay there just because of the address.
John,
You have pointed your compass where most people dare not travel. The interesting stories of your acquaintances has opened my eyes and ears to things that I would never see or hear unless you were doing what you love best. The multicultural aspects of your stories makes you the United Natiions of bloggers.
Harlan J. Hunter
Mr. Hunter, thank you for your continued interest. I believe the United Nations could learn a few things from hostel life, and the subject comes up here not infrequently. Maybe more of the world leaders should be sentenced to a few days of bunk bed life each year to keep them humble and closer to their subjects. (I think leaders prefer to call them citizens, not subjects, but often it seems the people are treated more like the latter and not the former.) In the last few days I have had conversations with people from: Mexico, Venezuela, Colombia, Bolivia, Peru, Brazil, Chile, Ecuador, Cleveland, Paris, Czech Republic, Argentina, Russia, Israel, Canada, Austria, Germany, England, Spain, Australia, Netherlands, Cuba, Italy, Switzerland, France and I’ve probably missed some. Everyone is learning from everyone. There are no fights, drunken behavior, and with very rare exceptions everyone is polite and considerate. It is necessary to label your food left in the refrigerator or it may disappear on you. People learn quickly here to trust or not to trust, and being trustworthy has its rewards. Everyone shares on the principle that sharing begets sharing, and abuse begets abuse. Someone who gets greedy is quickly identified. No meetings, no authorities, guests simply making value judgments based on their personal interactions with each other. I have not detected any racial or ethnic tensions. None. Amazing experience. The laughter and chatter wafts up through the floor boards till 2 a.m. and the place comes alive again at 7 a.m. Everyone is helping to translate for everyone else. Everyone is trying to get better at another language. Sooner or later everyone is struggling to find words to communicate. This is turning into one of the richest experiences of my life, and I never thought I had lived a dull and boring life. Thanks for following!