We are finally here. The last city in the last country of our trip and at last the opportunity to unpack our entire case and arrange our toiletries in a descending order of height and colour coordination in the bathroom. You can't imagine what a luxury it is to do that - and to actually put clothes in drawers and not have to keep everything in a suitcase because we are moving on again in a day or two.

Our flight from Auckland was delayed by nearly 5 hours (that Business Lounge Pass I have been campaigning for since day 1 would have finally come in useful, mutter, mutter). In total it took about 24 hours of travelling to reach Buenos Aires and when we did it was still the same day and virtually the same time, as when we left Auckland. A free day! Yay! Despite our long travels we couldn't wait to unpack and regardless of the fact it was about midnight and we were completely knackered, we completely unloaded our suitcases and then went out for dulce de leche icecream in the heladeria around the corner to celebrate our arrival. It was delicioso.

We suffered from Extreme JetLag all this week - going to bed at midnight and then waking up totally awake and alert at 2.00 a.m. before finally managing to drift off again about 7 a.m. This wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for the fact that we have signed up for Spanish lessons at a school and classes start at 9.00 a.m. So we spend most of the day wandering around in a semi-fug of forgetfulness and doziness and I am unable to parse my tenses, conjugate my verbs or complete an action that involves any degree of complexity. Like making tea for example.

We have decided to be in separate Spanish classes - partly because we could do with meeting different people, partly because Brian wants to stretch himself by taking a difficult class whilst I prefer to wallow in the murky depths of the beginners' class trying to recollect all those long-forgotten verbs, and then I can spend my time passing notes and flicking bits of ink-soaked paper at the teacher's back. True to form we come home from school and Brian stays up most of the night polishing off his homework, reading the dictionary, researching tomorrow's words and sharpening his pencils. I lie around complaining limply of the heat and doing my homework in the taxi on the way to school.

Yeah I know, but it only costs a quid, alright?