Having satisfied our thirst for jungle fever, we strolled to the bus station and took a deep breath before we embarked on our 24 hour bus journey to Salta. I had discovered a blog in England by a young couple who described our next route as a 'hellish journey' and this idea had been reinforced throughout our trip by people's warning signals in reaction to our planned route. To George and I 24 hours on a bus seemed like heaven. We quickly snuggled into...

(Tamara)The sun rose and welcomed a new day, crimson red and blood orange seeped through the gaps in the curtains. Peering through them we were faced with a surreal surprise; luscious foliage, vast palm trees and wooden houses whisked by. After 20 hours on a bus we were very happy to leave the city and enter the jungle. True South American style, we were given a breakfast any dentist would gasp in horror at: two cakes, three biscuits and an additional complimenta...

(Tamara)After a 10 hour painless bus journey through Uruguay we were welcomed by waving cows back into Argentina; we'll be eating you later! Disembarking the coach we thanked our luck as a squawking group of school children piled on, the night ahead would have been a long one. Rosario by moonlight seemed charming as we passed lit-up parks, with concrete noble horsemen taking centre stage. As the second city of Argentina, Rosario has a booming port trade and i...

(George)The story begins as two tiny people, carrying the two biggest bags, disappeared into the convoluted network of Heathrow Airport. The trip was already in jeopardy before we had even got on to the plane with both our TravelMoney cards stating they were on their last PIN attempt. Luckily a 24h service with 0 minutes waiting time diffused the situation and we boarded the aircraft with haste.The flight was a long, drawn out, bloody affair. Broken sleep and bor...