Thankfully, the border crossing from Colonia to Buenos Aires by boat was direct. I had taken a concoction of tablets to keep away allergies and the sea-travel sickness and as a result passed out for the entire hour long journey; why did I not discover this sleeping remedy for the 30 hour bus journeys I have had to endure? And so, here I am. My last and final stop of the whole trip - I can't believe it. It still hasn't sunk in yet that in ten days time I will be ...

Upon leaving, Bolivia managed to present me with dramas quatro, cinco, seis, seite y ocho. The journey from La Paz to Villazon (the border crossing town between Bolivia and Argentina) was horrific, I actually thought that I was going to die. The bus turned out to be a cargo transit bus (not what I was told when paying) and so was rickity and dusty and looked as though it may fall apart any minute. To add to this, the road - if you can call it that - was awful too...