Back on the road... Rosario, the third largest city in Argentina, is located four hours north west of Buenos Aires. The city is set on the banks of the river parana which is a breathtaking site, especially so, if you catch a glimpse when the sun rises around 7am. This city is the birthplace of two legends. One living, one dead. Che Guevara was born here in a house which is now an insurance company. Lionel Messi also hails from Rosario. He is in the...

Hi everyone, I have finally left Buenos Aires! Having spent the last 5 weeks here, my time in the city is up. Since April, I have spent almost two months in what I can only describe as one of the greatest cities on earth. It wasn't love at first sight but the Argentine capital will always have a place in my heart and can be assured that I will, one day, return. "Buenos F*cking Aires" The t-shirt says it all! I appeal to you all to start a penny jar and...

Hello everyone, I have been keeping quiet about my reasons for being back in Buenos Aires again but I guess that now is a good time to tell you all the real reason why I am back in the Argentine capital. Yes, as you can see from the photo, I have signed to play for River Plate in the Argentine league. After a couple of weeks of negotiations with the British Embassy, I have been granted a conditional work permit which has allowed me to sign professional...

According to the locals, Mendoza is the fourth or fifth largest city in Argentina. Its a very cool city. Around 1 million people live in this place yet it maintains a fairly relaxed feel. As you wonder down the grid plan streets you can't fail to catch a glipse of the Andes mountains which lie to the west of the city. I think I spent about a week in Mendoza but the wine was flowing so this may not be accurate! Most days involved visiting some of the 1200 win...

Having ambled down the dusty highway for the last time, I arrived at Villa La Angostura bus station for my evening bus to San Martin de los Andes. I was met at the bus by most of the local street dogs including the one from my campsite. It was like they had come to say "Thanks for coming, now f*ck off" The journey to San Martin was memorable to say the least. About 50 miles of the 75 mile journey was on dust tracks full of loose stones. The 'road'weaved up a...