Bit of a late start after wasting loads of time not being able to book a ferry to Uruguay online. With the help of the 67 bus, made it to the famous Recoleta cemetery - a small town of alleyways between tombs the size of houses or small churches - didn't overly excite us so we never found Evita's spot. Perused the market stalls outside then on to the port to book our escape route from Buenos Aires. Bus to San Telmo where we checked out the antiques and fruit &am...

Got the subte then dallied through the Palermo Viejo district, full of cafes and boutique shops. Lucky enough to get a pavement table at the highly rated and recommended La Cabrera Parilla restaurant. Our sirloin and 'bife lomo' steaks were incredible, and came with about 20 different little pots of sides, all of which went down rather nicely with the Malbec. Looked around a nearby market and watched an outdoor tango performance before walking back to Plaza Itali...

After a stroll to the newly renovated docks of Puerto Madero, hopped on the subte (underground) to get to the rather nice Belgrano /Castelar district that houses River Plate's football stadium. Lunched on some nice pie quiche things before making our way through a swanky residential area to find the stadium. A bit early, sat in a park marvelling at the cotton wool trees and cursing the sap spitting trees. Chose our step (no not seats) in the top stand of the sta...

After a relatively nice hostel breakfast including cereal, croissants, fruit and tea (although not of the standard you immediately imagine) we set off in search of BA adventure. After dismissing the idea of a Spanish musical we were soon in a rather large queue leading to a small window from which we were hoping to obtain some football tickets. Successfully obtained 2 'popular' 70 peso tickets (about £11), which seemed to be the cheapest - despite asking whether...

Taxi to El Calafate's small airport, 3 hour flight to Buenos Aires, and a significantly scarier rally driver taxi to our hostel in centro. Wandered about the surrounding area, darting in to a cafe for a submarino (choc bars dipped and melted in to hot milk) to avoid a downpour. The rain aside, it's nice to be warm in only a t-shirt again. With Amy trying to shake off a miserable cold, cooked and stayed in the hostel. With a balcony overlooking Av 9 Julio, with 6 ...