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...