Face it, nothing is cooler than containerized shipping!

Ok, you will have to indulge me this post. I know that not everyone loves containerized shipping. But I sure do! Always have.

One of life's genuine pleasures is realizing your irrational and pointless interests and just indulging them. Some people just like stamps, so they collect stamps. Trainspotters, they love trains I guess. Maybe butterflies, ribbons, funny hats, colored socks, maps, fancy imported chocolate. Whatever floats your boat, as long as you're reasonable about it.

So I love containerized shipping. Okay, actually not all that much. Not as much as a stamp collector loves stamps or a butterfly collector loves butterflies. But I do love going by a big port and looking at the ships and cranes, and yes, containers. And of course this is in the Buenos Aires blog because today I went by the port here.

As you might expect, this is a major port. Probably nearly all imports to this country come through this port. This is it -- no other ports of any size. I rode my bike down there today and took some pictures.

Here is one of the main gates -- there are several. This one is nice because you can see the gate, a bunch of containers lying around, and also a big passenger ship. (Of course with all these pictures, if you want to really get a sense of the port, you'll have to click on the picture to see the larger image)

Here's another shot near the main terminal. Here you can also see a train with containers loaded onto it. Multi-modal, that's the glory of containerized shipping!

I first got interested in containerized shipping in business school. I had studied economics, and I was learning about business and costs and efficiencies, and I read somewhere about containerized shipping and how it had revolutionized the industry. Then I thought about it, comparing it with the old system. With containers, you just take them off a train or truck, hoist them up with a crane and put them on a boat. On the other side of the world, another crane hoists the container onto a truck or train, and two days later it backs up into the loading dock of your local Walgreens.

Compare this to the old days, where everything was basically unloaded by hand (okay, they still had cranes, but everything was on pallets or whatever). You had zillions of beefy stevedores, lifting and hauling. It might have taken a couple days to unload a ship. And then everything was put in a warehouse by the dock, and it might have sat there for weeks or days. And everything had to be organized and accounted for, and there were really big opportunities for theft and corruption and other hanky-panky.

Ha, I'd better cut short the containerized shipping lesson. But don't forget, it's "the box that changed the world". Really -- there would be no wal-mart, no cheap imported goods, no dollar stores.

OK, back to the port. One of the beautiful things about riding a bike is that you get to see things you never would otherwise. You wouldn't take a taxi to the port to look around. And everything's so spread out it would be boring to walk it. But on the bike I get to see things like these fantastic hulking buildings, which really make the place look like some kind of fortress:

The port is huge, it stretched along about two, maybe two and a half miles. Lots and lots of containers, containers stacked up everywhere, even across the street from the waterfront. Lots of cranes too. These were about a mile from what seemed to be the main terminal:


One last thing, about another half-mile down I spotted this impressive building, half-hidden by a line of containers stacked up:The small picture doesn't do it much justice -- this building is enormous, and impressive. It really looks like some kind of outpost of the spanish empire or something. Well, Argentina was settled by more italians than spaniards (roughly 45% v. 35%), so maybe this is an example of the Argentines indulging their italian heritage. The Italians, at least in Rome, seem to make even the most ordinary government buildings, the ministry of agriculture or something, into the most ornate and impressive palaces. So maybe this is an Italian-style Customs House. I'll try to look into it.