Gaucho recently commented about the AA2000 VIP lounge and services so I thought I should add comments. I flew out last night on EK248 F which entitled me to the lounge. 1) If you're not an experienced traveler forget about finding it, the lounge is lost just beside the Terminal A airport administration office. 2) Once there I was greeted by two very courteous people who took my passport and boarding pass and processed my immigration while I sat and waited. My associate who was on the same flight had waited 25 minutes outside in the interminable queues, so he said. Thus, this seems to be a major benefit. 3) Once the passport was processed I was led through a long featureless corridor until I arrived at the lounge itself. It was fairly large and nondescript with options for snacks and drink that were sufficiently uninteresting that I did not test them. The wines were of the type that probably could not be called wine in the EU because of non-grape content. 4) I was the only person in the lounge. No customers, no attendants ever darkened my solitude. 5) The wifi works, but just barely. The connection faded in and out at roughly the speed with which a binary star seems to. 6) When it seemed time to leave I could find no way out so I wandered the empty halls in search of a human. I eventually found the obligatory attractive young woman who efficiently guided me to the door where her fingerprint allowed me easy access to the portals of hell. 7) The empty dark hall had an elderly disused-looking elevator the door of which she opened. It stank, but it did work so we ascended to a deeper level of hell. (Only in EZE can one ascend to deeper depths, but there the depths seem deeper when one moves in any direction at all. 8) The young lady walked along side me for a kilometer or so as we passed closed stores, rancid carpets, dirty walls and the odd unused boarding gate. Then, as we turned from a dirty carpet to a strange bubbly rubberized floor, totally featureless as far as the side could see, she said these immortal words "just continue straight along until you reach Terminal B, then continue walking through Terminal B until the end, where you will enter another corridor that will take you to Terminal C, from which your flight will leave. Your flight will begin boarding in another fifteen minutes so walk quickly". She spoke truthfully. 9) When it became apparent that there was no end to the no-longer-carpeted but still dank, rancid and featureless corridor I discovered I had not been in the depths of hell at all, but only various previously undocumented levels of purgatory. 10) Terminal C itself is clean, modern, attractive and pleasant. There are attractive closed shops (I suspect shops were closed to keep them clean from the dirty passengers who might buy things, but I am not certain about that. 11) My flight boarded on time and I escaped. 12) My colleague (who had many more problems than did I) and I were delighted to arrive back home at modern, well maintained efficient GIG. 13) Moral: When Gaucho tells you something, believe him! He speaks truth! GIG is better than EZE. Everywhere is better than EZE, even GRU as hard as that is to believe. 14) If you are forced to endure EZE departures, follow the advice of Gaucho once again. Have an excellent late lunch and drink some superb Malbec, have a little Mendoza-style grappa-like liqueur and go through departure buzzed. That will be easier. You'll be sober by the time you arrive at your departure gate after you walk the two or three kilometers to get there. 15) I hereby apologize publicly for any doubts or aspersions I cast regarding Gaucho's descriptions of the joys of EZE. Just know that the world is upside down there so EZE is very, very difficult. It is not EZE at all.