

Mendoza, Argentina
We got up at silly oclock (7.30 am) to finish packing and get the bus to Mendoza. Becky had already been woken up once at 4am cos the drunk French woman on the bunk underneath her asked her set and alarm for her - she didn't mention until after I'd agreed that she wanted it in the dead of night! Troll!
The busses here are boss, the seats are well comfy and there's a man who brings you tea and coffee if you want it! actually the tea and coffee isn't the be...