As sure as death and taxes the inevitability of the trip end has come, this is our final day. I have finally resigned myself to coming home. The countdown has started, all you feel like doing now is watch the sand drain from the timer. However one more day doing our usual job of sightseeing. We were in no rush however, Liz dyed her hair for the final time whilst I looked over the pictures of Africa - remembering. We have done so much this year, each one of the ...

We had one more present to buy and we knew where to go to get it. We headed straight to the shop in the city center, went in, bought item and out in 5 minutes chuffed with said item. There wasn't a lot going on in the center of Beunos Aires to interest us. We saw a pink government building that was pink due to the ox blood that they put in the lime during it's construction. This was followed by a very brief visit to a cathedral, it was cut short as I wanted to g...

The breakfast is included in the hostel price. It is nothing special just bread that you can toast and some fruit if you can get there early enough. The hostel seems to be full of German women so we had zero chance of getting there soon enough - and todays earlier than usual arrival at breakfast confirmed this. Today we were going down to the poor old part of town that attracts the tourists with it's bright coloured houses. We do things as cheap as possible; we ...

Liz's big shopping day, she has been planning this since Colombia or perhaps even before. This emphasis made me feel a bit uncomfortable, whilst I was looking at treks in Patagonia Liz was planning a shop by shop itinerary of the final days of our trip. Due to limited funds the shopping is going to be concentrated on finding the remaining presents for our closest friends. Palmero (an area of Beunos Aires) is touted as being 7th in the list of retail shopping ar...

The alarm rang at 2:30am, any earlier then we probally woudn't have bothered going to bed, but as we did this makes it the earliest start yet on this world trip. It is also the start of coming home, every flight, and bus from now on takes us closer to Bretforton. We were catching the flight to Beunos Aires via Puerto Montt and Santiago. Were were very nervous on whether the taxi was going to turn up - but it did and we were soon in the familiar environment of th...