¡Hola a todos! Well, it has been a hectic couple of weeks since last I sat down to write an entry. Much has occurred and many memories have been made: I find myself at a desk on a small landing space in the house of Gonzalo, here in Puerto Varas, southern Chile but, there is more to be said on events from places prior to here and so I am going to back-track (as I seem always to do). There remain some days unaccounted for in Mendoza, followed by a truly spectacu...

¡Hola a todos! After my last few wonderful days in Bariloche I headed north and so, here in Mendoza, I am for the first time since leaving Buenos Aires able to write a blog from a place in which I am still present. This is, sadly, a source of joy to me: much as I enjoy writing this blog, it is not at all pleasant to feel it slipping out of my control, should I enjoy more than five days or so without access to a computer. How appropriate then, that on my final f...

¡Hola a todos! After a few halcyon days in Bariloche my friends and I decided to head south to El Bolson, two hours' drive from the lake-side city. I actually decided to travel very much at the last minute; I have found it a difficult yet exhilarating process to change my plans completely on a whim. I tend to be quite stubborn once I have decided upon a course of action and do not take kindly to changes, which often seem to bring only disruption and confusion. ...

¡Hola a todos! Well, here we are once more. My current location is Mendoza, the heart of the Argentine wine region, and I find myself with time enough to blog once again. I apologize for the apparent confusion, writing of destinations that I visited as far back as two weeks ago but, I am determined not to let this e-travel journal dictate my trip – it must work around my itinerary instead! In my last blog, we travelled as far north as Bariloche on an epic bu...

¡Hola a todos! After the awe-inspiring trip to the Perito Moreno glacier, there seemed little of interest in El Calafate, so I caught a four-hour bus north around Lago Argentino, on up to El Chalten. The bus departed late in the afternoon: as per usual, I had dragged forth some rickety Spanish, only to become embroiled in an earnest discussion with the representative of the bus company, during which exchange I understood enough to expect some food aboard and a ...