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Mountains and Malbec

Our next stop was Mendoza; in the shadow of the Andes and right in the middle of Argentine wine country. After another day on the bus we arrived as the sun was setting over the mountains and checked into a decent hostel. We had yet another steak dinner (or I did at least!) and sampled the first of many bottles of the local wine – at less than £3 a bottle in a restaurant it was too good to turn down!

The followed day we took our time exploring the city, which is made up of wide avenues and green squares, all rebuilt after an earthquake in the 1860’s. Apparently the avenues were so that rubble didn’t fall on anyone next time there was a quake, and the squares were for people to evacuate in to – optimistic planning!

Our hostel had a roof terrace with a large Argentine barbeque, so I thought it was about time I tried to whip up an Asado myself. The traditional Asado begins with wood rather than charcoal, and takes some time to get going – starting at nearly 9pm wasn’t universally popular! However, we did eventually eat some sausages, chicken and steak. No-one was killed so I’d rate that as a success! Click here to read more…


Choripan and Cocktails

The 20 hour bus ride to Cordoba was, predictably, horrific, and took about 22 hours.  Dan got hardly any sleep, and must have looked so uncomfortable that the assistant driver took pity on him at 4 in the morning and upgraded him to business class, on the lower deck!  Fortunately he did manage to get a couple of hours of shut eye in the superior seats.  Poor old me was left in cattle class, but I’d already out slept him so can’t complain!

Once we’d finally made it to Cordoba all we wanted to do was have a shower and stretch our legs a bit. We hoped our digs, at the Pomelo Hostel, would at least let us shower even if it was too early to get our room. We got a taxi from the bus terminal and rang the doorbell to be let in. No answer. We tried again but still nothing. Deciding that maybe they weren’t expecting us that early we went to a cafe down the road and had a coffee before returning at 10ish to try again. Still nothing. I was tired, so got a bit annoyed and shouted up “Hola!” in the hope this would catch someone’s attention. We even tried calling the phone number. Very frustrating because we could hear the phone ringing inside the building but no one was picking up! We were a bit worried the hostel had closed or something. Click here to read more…


Iguazu Interlude

The main reason most people come to Puerto Iguazu is to see the world famous Iguazu Iguazu Falls, Argentina (28)[3]Falls. We’d heard amazing things about the park and felt we couldn’t come to this part of the world without visiting. Because of all the tourists you’d expect Puerto Iguazu to be a really busy town but it’s actually quite a sleepy place. There are lots of backpackers, but most are there for just a day or two before moving on. We walked around town to find somewhere to stay and ended up at Hostel Sweet Hostel, a nice enough place with a pool and a bar area. Pretty cheap, too, compared to some places. Click here to read more…


Goals and Gauchos

D: From Singapore we embarked on a mammoth plane journey, across 11 time zones and over 12,000 miles to reach South America. The first leg was seven hours to Doha, and we managed to get a few hours sleep. After a three hour break looking round the huge duty free shop in the Qatar capital, the next leg was a sixteen hour slog to Sao Paulo. We had our second breakfast of the day and whiled away the hours watching films and playing games in between relatively unsuccessful attempts to sleep! After the stop in Sao Paulo, where we were confined to the plane, it was just over two hours further to Argentina. We finally arrived in Buenos Aires at 9.30pm, after 28 hours of travelling! Click here to read more…