You come to Mendoza to do many things, but first on any list is going to be a wine tour. About 40 minutes south of the city is a place called Maipu where there is a cluster of ten or so wineries, a beer garden, a chocolate and absinthe factory (a weird combination - I wonder do they mix the two?) and an olive oil producer. We were a little late starting our tour which meant we had to restrict our choice of places to visit. There was a bunch of us from the hostel...

Another overnight bus took us Mendoza AKA wine country. We checked into our hostel and over the next few days we realised that it was a crap hostel. The staff were rude ("My boss isn't here so I'm just going to lie on the couch - don't bother me with questions"), the music was blared into the TV room, the pool was green and the roof leaked. The weather was glorious the day we arrived - Jimmy managed to get sunburnt sitting out in the garden. We explored the city...

Thankfully the normal travel experience resumed after leaving Uruguay as we continued out journey west across Argentina to Cordoba. We didn't arrive until after midnight but the norm in Argentina is for restaurants to be open until 1 or 2 in the morning. So four hungry lads arriving off a six hour bus hit a local pizza place for all we could before hitting the hay. Tuesday morning we were met by some familiar places at breakfast - Murph and Lorna had arrived f...

Leaving Uruguay turned out to be a lot harder than anticipated. We left Punta del Diablo on Friday morning, heading to Montevideo, in order to catch a bus which would take us over the land crossing into Argentina, to Rosario. What none of us noticed when looking up the Montevideo-Rosario bus online was the frequency - it didn't run on Fridays! We couldn't wait around until the next one on Sunday either as Sean's cousin Jimmy had already arrived in BA ...

Not long after we arrived in Buenos Aires we bumped into two old friends from Bolivia, who were able to give us plenty of tips on what to do in the city that never sleeps. That's my own name for it, regardless of what people say about New York, because Argentina takes things to another level and BA is at the centre of it. The normal time for eating dinner here is about 10-11 pm, and the normal time to hit a club is about 2 am, which means you're coming home from ...