They've really got it right, these Argentinians. Where Brazillians demand carbs on top of carbs (chips with your rice sir?), Argentinians simply crave meat. With wine obviously.

Lunch and dinner tends to be a chunk of meat, often with more meat. We went for dinner in BA in the city centre and the bloke at the next table had two steaks for his main course then ordered a sausage to finish. Brilliant. Ah again, when in Rome...

We stayed in the centre ('microcentro') at Milhouse Avenue for 2 nights. It's a great hostel right in the middle of town where we had a fantastic, huge room with lovely bathroom. We then moved, partly cos they didn't have any rooms, partly cos we wanted to stay in Palermo, another part of town, a bit more chilled. And Palermo is great, lovely streets, shops, friendly people- reminds us of a combination of Brooklyn and Soho (NYC). Sadly the hostel is not as good, mainly because it's REALLY NOISY. Fair enough, any hostel can have drunken idiots shouting at 4am but this place has acoustics that just send that noise echoing around the property. Suzie very tired today.

Anywhere in the world can suffer from people bigging it up too much in advance- BA seemed very much at risk of this given that Nigel's chum went there for a few days and stayed for an extra four months. But it kind of lives up to its hype. The architecture is great- fascinatingly European but with South American twists. The people are welcoming and it the sort of place you can just wander around taking it all in.

It's also worth saying that the way people deal with tourists is great - they let us try to speak Spanish rather than speaking English at us as soon as they spot our pasty white faces. And they really stick at it, supportively trying different constructions until we understand. Thank you.

Flight from Iguassu was great- the airport on the Arg side is amazing, deep in the jungle. And we were sort of upgraded- there was only economy class on the flight so extra legroom seats count in this case.

Been to the balcony where Madonna sung a song, walked all of the centre, discovered their banks open 10am-2pm, sat and drank beer. Oh, and found that they give you such big nibbles with your drinks that you don't need dinner- seriously, pots of pork, beef, chicken, bread, nuts, mystery carbs.

Tried to go to a place recommended in Lonely Planet as having live jazz
(Gran Bar Danzon) for a chilled night out... and it turned out the
economic boom among BA's nouveau riche has led it to transform into a
cocktail bar with great music and great drinks. Ah well, now we're
here! It's the sort of place that in London would be full of idiots and
have a really aggro atmosphere but here is really friendly - this might
be BA's elite (from silver foxes to skinny young things), they might
have designer gear, but they're really welcoming, smiling and just want
to have a nice night.

Went to Recolletta cemetery - fascinating place- more like a town of the dead than a graveyard. Each tomb is at least tardis-sized, most are much much bigger. Saw Eva Peron's grave and stumbled upon tour group so heard all about why she was loved.

Today (Sunday) went to San Telmo where they have a Sunday market, tango in the street and generally lovely artsy shops and nice places to wander around. Note: it's famed for having tango in the street but there wasn't really much of that, and the display we saw involved a man dancing with members of the crowd, so not particularly entertaining.

Weather news: really hot for two days then it turned positively Glaswegian yesterday. Big, angry rain. But clearer today.

Public transport information: the buses here are cool (and not just because the drivers aren't insane). Each bus is different, customised by the driver who has his own bus. The most remarkable feature is the mirrors at the front of the bus, customised with fancy bevilled edging and engraved flowers round the edges - very pretty. They also hang off furry dice, flowers and images of Jesus.

Different ways to run an economy news: nothing here is automated, employment is therefore greater. No vending machines- kiosks on every corner, no self service- sit down and wait. It's also altogether more social. Even adverts aren´t automated - when the traffic lights turn red on a busy street, men run out in front of the cars with handheld billboards to hold up. And the entrepreneurial spirit is amazing - people are selling anything and everything in the street, hawking to passing motorists. I mean, surely you´ve lost track of the numbr of times you´ve sat in heavy traffic thinking ¨man, I wish I had a GIANT tennis ball right now¨. Well, over here, you needn´t worry - they´re available in all sorts of sizes at every major interchange.

Food update: Argentinians and Brazillians are both rubbish at making sandwiches. This is linked to the way of life- a less rushed way of life- that means that people don't want to grab a sandwich from M&S, Boots, whereever when they could sit down for an hour and eat meat. Oddly, this seems to be the home comfort Andrew misses the most.

Right. Must be time for more meat.