from argentina
with love BY NICOLA ANDERSON
The journey from the innocent invitation One lesson and I was hooked and found myself breathtaking. But secondly to feel the buzz of
to take part in an article for Greenwich turning up at Ham Polo Club following our the “after parties” and to bump into like-minded
Magazine, in the States, on how any one relocation with 2 ponies and no idea of how friends who had come from all over the world
can learn to play polo, to becoming fully much Polo was going to take over my life. was amazing.
addicted to this fantastic sport has been I’d heard about the Argentina trip right from
a relatively speedy one for me. the start of the season at Ham, and having The rest of the weekend consisted of 20 minute
completed the season relatively in one turnarounds: shower, change and go. Late nights
piece, I found myself going with the fl ow ending with slumber parties where eating £15
and planning my Argentina experience. per pot dulce de leche with your fi nger seemed
Something to fi ll the gap between the like a good idea at the time and terribly good
horses going off on their holidays and the value for money, ... hilarious dinners, getting to
season starting again. know my new extended family and witnessing
how they made their own entertainment with
So at the beginning of December, without sing-offs lead by the patriach of the Talamoni
any preconceived ideas I was off to the airport family, Jorge and a huge character of the trip,
with my new buddies who share a common Martie who can sing any song fantastically
interest. They had both been before and had without hesitation, making sure we didn’t
fi lled me in on what to expect but I just couldn’t forget that Americans are never really quiet.
imagine what sort of trip I would have.
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By the end of the weekend a seat in a taxi for
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We arrived in BA, where we planned to the 2.5 hours drive to the Talamoni’s farm was a
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stay for a couple of nights, regroup with God-send. Sit back, ipod on and rest... a journey
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other Hamites and go to the Open and party further into the unknown.
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a little. The city itself was beautiful, a mixture
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of Barcelona, Rome, Paris and America, The Talamoni farm house is beautiful... an
yet unlike any of them. old colonial building nestled deep into the
countryside, so very remote. For as far as the
The Open was one of those experiences that eye can see rambling hills, quite unlike what
will stay with me forever. Firstly to watch fi rst I had expected of the Argentine countryside.
class polo being played on an immaculate We arrived and were shown to our rooms. And
pitch, in glorious sunshine, in the middle of whether the exhaustion from the apres polo had
a city with a skyline rivalling Manhattan was fi nally got to me or the fact that I really was in
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