Buenos Aires, Argentina
I like Argentina already. That is not to say I didn´t like Bolivia. But Bolivia is like the Tyrone senior football team circa 2003 to 2008. It wears you down. It eats at you until you have nothing left to give.
I also like Peru, but not after I woke up in Cuzco following a ten hour bus journey through the night from Arequipa. I got off the bus. I zipped open my bag. Camera - gone. Ipod - gone. Money - gone. Bus thieves. I was angry. I was depressed...