After another overnight bus we were in the land of the vineyards. Mendoza is the place to go for red wine and whilst we know many a statistic to say how much they produce we'll just say it's absolutely s*** loads to be scientifically correct. Having arrived ridiculously early we got to our hostel and had to have some nap time on the sofer. Not a problem and by mid afternoon we were refreshed, booked up for a wine tour and ready to hit the town and see how Mendoza...

Our bus arrived in Cordoba on the Thursday morning at around 07:30. We sleepily got off and again refused to tip the baggage guy for his 2 seconds of work. We'll get them off ourselves mate. Jumped into a taxi and cruised on down to our hostel. We dumped our bags and headed off for a mid afternoon steak at Le Gatto. That's the problem with this place - you can get it at any time! Not feeling too guilty we got ourselves some tickets to see Batman! We'd been waitin...

Sunday 13th July and the whole day was about sitting on a bus. Most of it in a desert. Most of it in the dark. We kicked off our day by waiting for the Pullman bus that was an hour late. We were just glad it showed up especially after James nearly had a backy on a bike from a girl from the Pullman shop when he went to find out where the bus was! Old school. Once seated it was a matter of painful border crossings. Out of Chile was quite smooth however the one int...

After we crossed the border back in to Chile it almost felt like home being back in San Pedro. It was nice to know where stuff is for a change even if the chance of getting a hot shower was slim to none! We hopped off the bus in blazing heat and set off looking for a hostel. After a bit of a trek around town (Saturdays must be busy there!) we finally found a place. Now whilst it wasn't a palace, compared to hostel Florida that we stayed in last time it was at lea...

Arrived in Uyuni on the 9th July 2008 after one hell of a bumpy bus ride. It was 07:30 in the morning and a little dazed we stepped off the bus into the freezing cold. We had heard rumours of how cold it would be, but it certainly felt like winter. Wrapped up we flagged down a taxi. We think the only taxi in Uyuni as you could (and we should have) walk everywhere. After a bit of a tour of the town and the taxi driver trying to get us into every hostel in sight, w...