(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...

(Tamara)Bags packed the two ninja turtles assembled their shells onto their backs and were set for part two of their adventure. We savoured our last contact with a clean apartment and most importantly a real toilet seat, who knew the next time we would be blessed with one again. George insisted he bring his pasta to Uruguay and proceeded to tip the leftovers into a bin bag in an attempt to smuggle it across the border. I would usually welcome travel snacks, but h...

(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...