Following a sad farewell to Theo and Megan, I took the overnight bus from Mendoza to travel north to Salta. I was back to travelling on my lonesome again so it was time to reset and start a fresh. 18 hours later I arrived in another of Argentina's cities on what was Easter Sunday.. no chocolate eggs for me today though. I'd been told off a few people that there isn't much to see in Salta and that Cafayate would be a better place to stay, but with no direct bus...

Having said our goodbyes to Fathi the Frenchman, Theo and I caught the 8.00am bus in Valparaiso which would take us to the border with Argentina and over to our destination, Mendoza. A torturous 12 hour journey that should have taken 8, was made more tolerable by witnessing some of the most jaw dropping landscapes. The 3500m ascent over The Andes was painfully slow due to steep inclines and sheer face drops but as we cut through valleys and mountains each turn ...

20 hours on the overnight bus to Bariloche wasn't quite as bad as it sounds.. three meals provided, a few movies to watch and comfortable, almost fully reclining seats made it a lot more tolerable. The foreign fella sat across the aisle from me who couldn't speak a word of English, attempted to steal my full bottle of Havana Gold so that livened things up a little. Cheeky........! Midway through the morning, dozing in and out of consciousness with the first sign...

It felt a little strange setting off from Foz do Iguacu on a half empty truck now that 6 of our group had transferred to another one but the extra room was welcome for what would be the last leg of our tour from Rio to Buenos Aires. With a huge amount of ground to cover it meant we would have two full days on the road to Buenos Aires with a dreaded bush camp inbetween. The morning had already gotten off to a bad start when we had to pack away our tents in a thun...