I got up early and walked to the subway, I realised this was a bad idea as the train pulled up stuffed with commuters. I somehow squeezed on with my backpack much to the wrath of the commuters around me. I got off at Ave de Mayo and hailed a taxi to the port. I checked-in, passed through immigrations and took my seat on the plush ferry. It was very misty and as I took one last glance at Buenos Aires, the tall office blocks disappeared behind thick fog coming in off the sea. I fell asleep for a few hours and woke up just as the boat docked in Uruguay. I got off and waited in line for my bag to be checked. The official just decides whether he can be bothered raking around and with my stuffed backpack he couldn't be arsed so he waved me through hurrah. I walked to my HI hostel and checked-in speaking Spanish to the woman. I handed over my passport for inspection and as she took the details asked me "which part of England I'm from". I corrected her and she mumbled "oh yeah Escocia es en Reino Unido". This has happened a few times before, the South Americans sometimes think British and English is the same. Well even English people think that so it's not surprising. I spoke to an older guy from Canada called Bill. I didn't ask where he was from as he had maple leafs coming out of every orifice. After chatting for a while he says bluntly "I'm from Canada" as though I should have asked him earlier where he was from. He was quite chatty and told me about his travels. Maybe after my passport incidences I should have saltires everywhere! I walked around the bleak streets of the town and after a few blocks reached the beautiful, cobbled streets of the old town. I sauntered down to the Plaza de Armas and enjoyed looking at all the coloured cafes and funky restaurants. I saw the Faro (lighthouse) and the San Francisco convent ruins. I enjoyed walking along the coastal path with the cold, refreshing wind invigorating me coming from the Rio Plata. I found the Bastion de San Miguel and ambled along the battlements. I had lunch in a nearby cafe called Lo de Sandra. I had excellent ricotta ravioli and a coffee. It was really nice although empty. I enjoyed listening to their relaxed, ambient remixes of Rolling Stones songs like gardy's fave "Wild Horses". I walked down to the bus station and bought my ticket to Montevideo which leaves tomorrow at 8.30am...another early rise!!! I then sat in an internet cafe for a bit and caught up on events, emails etc. Later I might try and find a parilla (steak house) as Uruguay is famed for it's beef too. I returned to the hostel and chatted with Bill who began to talk incessantly about his dubious visits to dodgy areas in all the countries he had visited. It later transpired Bill was on a mission to sleep with a prostitute in every South American country. I was disturbed but also strangely fascinated by his rambling stories of visiting prostitutes. It seemed like he was having a mid-life crisis as he has quit his job and is travelling indefinitely. I was getting a little spooked out by him but he was the only person in my dorm. Later he asked if I fancied joining him for dinner, I agreed and we set off for the old town. We ate in an excellent restaurant called El Drugstore. I had Mexican chicken, it was fantastic. It was really bohemian inside with lots of random art on the walls. A great thing about the restaurant is that you can see the chef making your meal. We bought some beers and returned to the hostel, we joined other travellers in the courtyard and sat drinking. I got chatting to a English girl called Katie while 2 American guys and 2 young GAP year Dutch girls Margot and Anna talked loudly at our table. Bill didn't say much but then his favourite topic of prostitutes could be controversial. We sat drinking until 1am and Katie said she wasn't going to hang around Colonia any longer and would join me on my bus to Montevideo tomorrow. BEST BITS of Argentina Night out in Salta. The best steak I've ever tasted (Salta) and Malbec red wine. Hanging out with Mariana in the fantastic city of Rosario: watching Argentina beat Mexico with her family, going to some great bars and sights. Recoleta cemetery and Evita's grave. Watching tango dancers in San Telmo. Walking around the beautiful city of Buenos Aires mixing with the stylish, sophisticated and snobby Portenos! WORST BITS Visiting the run-down city of Santa Fe. Harder to understand the Spanish as Argentines speak quicker and use different grammar and pronunciation. Getting a cold. Walking around the heart-broken BA after Argentina lost to Germany on penalties. Walking around the beautiful city