I? U? USA? HA! (You try and get a better anagram, then, smartarse) Journey to the End of the World The JTTEOTW started at a bleary-eyed 6 am as we stocked up for a 12-hour bus journey out of Punta Arenas. Pretty soon, we were once again shuggling around on roads that had not yet made the acquaintance of tarmac. The brief ferry crossing across the Magellan Strait on to Tierra del Fuego was accompanied by a solitary Austral dolphin. Other than that, the tedium w...

Aa! Cat! Flee! El Calafate appears from the airport road as a ramshackle, and somewhat bleak, collection of houses colonising the banks of Lago Argentino, in the shadow of the Andes. While it is better in town, that is largely due to the homgenising effects of being geared for tourists (not that we´re different). Its prime attraction for travellers (if you bunk off work for more than 3 months you get to call yourself a traveller - they even stamp your pas...

Blair Echo We took a Scarytaxi to the domestic airport, screeching down the 9-lane (each direction) Avenida 9 de Julio bisecting downtown BA. Seatbelts? Where we're going, we don´t need seatbelts! What first struck us as we stepped on to the tarmac of Bariloche airport was the tuning-fork clarity of the air. Roughly 6.5 degrees South of Buenos Aires, in the Argentinian Lake District on the Eastern edge of the Andes, Bariloche is like Queenstown, New Zealan...

No Bear Issue A long flight to Buenos Aires from the winter of northern England saw us disembark wearing far too many clothes...for the 40 degree heat that hit us like a wet haddock on the napper. Fortunately, D had insisted we arrange a place to stay before we arrived and so we could just take a cab to the air conditioning we´d booked for 2 weeks. Take that, Al Gore. While we may not be the most worldly-wise people on the planet, we did manage to avoid on...