After a day spent on buses and a night in a hostel/family home in Punta Arenas, Chile we got up at a ridiculously early hour in order to spend yet another day on a bus. This time he destination was Ushuaia the southern-most city in the world and only 1000km from Antarctica. The bus itself was fairly uneventful but took 14 hours on what can best be described as mud and gravel masquerading as a road. Arriving at 11pm was an odd experience as it was still light, lik...

Delirium, food, beer and hippies are the only four words that can accurately sum up the town of El Bolson. After arriving from at 10:30pm without a clue where the hostel was we found a pizza place that served excellent, excellent food and beer. It was at this point that the travel/hiking/lack of sleep and food induced delirium set in. It reached its climax when we discussed the possibility of spending the next day relaxing in the hostel garden eating food, drinki...

After an evening recovering from the mental trauma of the bus trip and an early night we did pretty much the only thing that there is to do in El Calafate...go to the Perito Moreno glacier. After a minibus ride on which the tour guide's description of Patagonian geology managed to send Alice to sleep we turned up at where we supposed to get the boat. However the ridiculous levels of wind meant the crossing was unsafe and that we needed to come back at 2pm, so ins...

After a long bus journey from Mendoza featuring some of the worst films in the history of humankind, it speaks volumes when the best film is "Paul Blart - Mall Cop", we arrived in Bariloche. After being shown to our shoebox, I mean room, we met Lena, Leah, Lauren and Shoni who had already checked in. Due to the long journey and the fact we couldn't really be bothered to do anything we spent the day lounging around playing cards and enjoying the terrace ...

After a surprisingly trouble free(as in no major issues at the border or bus crashes) crossing of the Andes I arrived travel weary and hungry at 6am in Mendoza. Due to it being a Sunday and Argentines having an ingrained aversion to working on Sundays my first walk around the city was a fruitless venture with nothing open apart from a very sketchy pizza place which was showing some Brazilian and some American guys having a cage fight on a very old television...th...