Twenty hours north on a bus took us to Salta. Here we booked into a hostel that was having a BBQ night. As the third massive piece of tender tasty steak was slapped onto my plate I had to admit defeat. I have to mention that Zo, not a big meat eater, was all the while tucking in next to me. Again the wine flowed as we chatted with about 6 different nationalities. As the night went on I learnt that our host and Braai master was from Tucuman and a big rugby fan. Wi...

We left Bariloche to discover the heart of Argentina. namely red wine and red meat, both of which we consumed with much enthuisiasm over the next three weeks. San Martin de los Andes is a quiet chocolate box town a couple of hours north of Bariloche. We chose this as a place to have some down time, we strolled around the town and did a very pleasant walk to a viewpoint over the lake and town. On route we spotted Banded Kingfisher and other exotic birds. Feeling r...