After 10 days on the MS Expedition, this morning it was all coming to an end. With an early start and breakfast, by 8am I had already said my goodbyes and headed on the coach back into Ushuaia.

Dropping my bits off in the storage facility, I then went for another walk around the city, before waiting in the information centre using the free WiFi (which died once the bus load of Americans turned up) before finally heading to the airport.

At the airport I sent my baggage straight through to Montevideo for the following morning and headed into security and the departure lounge, where several others from the boat trip soon joined.

Having bought a drink for the plane, I was then ready to begin boarding, when all of a sudden I heard an announcement with my name. As the airport was small, there was no one to speak to in the departure lounge and so I realised I was going to have to head back down to the entrance. Great, what would happen to my drink? "It's ok" they said....hmm, they say that now....

Arriving at the help desk, I was then told I needed to go to the check in desks. Waiting again in the queue behind those who needed to check in their bags, I was still hearing my name being called over the Tannoy despite being there and having to wait in a queue. Ridiculous. Eventually she dealt with me. Oh, she wanted my future flight plans once I reached Montevideo. Why? Urgh. Nevertheless I told her and was allowed to pass.

Now I had to go back through security. I had already checked in so I just walked past, but they still made me go through the scanners. I was ready for them to bin my drink, for which I was about to get riled up. However when attempting to take off my belt, they told me it was ok. Hmm...

Picking my bags back up they had let me take the drink though anyway, so it seemed fine. I headed back to the queue ready to finally board when I found I had now lost my phone. Great. Where had I left it?

Worrying I'd have to go back through security I headed back and found someone to finally talk to. However I then noticed the security people had it. In the panic to get through I'd left it behind on the belt. Proving it was mine, they let me have it back and not long after I finally boarded my flight.

Ready to fly off, some people had moved their seats around, and so swapping for the row behind so the Andorrans next to me could sit together I arrived three hours later in Buenos Aires.

After making my way through arrivals I bought a ticket for the bus into the city, and then waited outside the warm summer weather for it to make it through the traffic. Whilst waiting, Teeny from the trip walked past on her way to another bus, and with that my Antarctic trip had now truly come to an end.

Heading into the city I walked from Retiro towards my hotel, noticing how much different Buenos Aires felt compared to Rio, Brasilia and Ushuaia. Much more European, laid out in a grid form like Barcelona.

Although not having had much interest in visiting Buenos Aires to begin with, having heard interesting things and having to transfer here twice anyway, I scheduled in a brief evening visit before I headed to Uruguay the following morning.

Walking around the city, the anti-British propaganda following the Falklands War thirty years earlier was immediately evident. However it seemed directed towards the British Government, as despite all this, there was not one moment I felt any hatred towards myself, despite clearly being British.

Leaving the hotel I headed down the main shopping street, past Tango dancers, towards Plaza de Mayo, and the Casa Rosada, the home of the Argentinian president. I then carried on down Avenida de Mayo, crossing the huge Avenida 9 de Julio, towards Plaza del Congreso where the parliament is.

Heading back towards the hotel, I then made it to Avenida 9 de Julio itself. The avenue is the widest in the world, 20 lanes - 5 in each direction along the main avenue, 3 each in the parallel roads along the avenue, and 2 each in the bus lanes in the middle of the road. Whilst in the middle of the avenue is the icon of the city - the Obelisk on Plaza de la Republica.

Originally I had planned to go to a local hotel to get a rooftop view of the avenue, however when I transferred here on my way south, we already got great views from the plane window, and so I decided this was unnecessary.

I then had a McDonald's overlooking the obelisk whilst waiting for it to get dark, before enjoying the area by night with the Obelisk lit up.

After walking back along the long avenue, I then stopped off in a supermarket to buy some bits for the following morning, before heading back to my hotel to finally sleep.

A very busy day with just one left to go...