So I arrived at Buenos Aires airport and checked in for my flight to Lima. However, when I passed through security, they noticed I had a knife in my hand luggage (my penknife like, nothing dodgy) so they told me to go back to check it in. At check in they said that I couldn't put it in the bag I'd already checked so I'd have to check my rucksack. Now, really, I just have just dumped the penknife at this point and kept the rucksack with me. But I think we've e...

My second week of Spanish school in Buenos Aires started with the introduction of some new classmates, all from America. Justin, the juggling, unicycling, chef from Texas and Daniel and Jennifer, a couple who had moved to Buenos Aires from California. Naturally, my original classmates and I immediately closed ranks and froze the new kids out. What did they expect? On the Tuesday night Duncan, Rena, Erin and I went out to a Tango club (Milonga) called La Cated...

Back to school So I arrived back in Buenos Aires for a `super-intensive` week of learning the lingo. The school I had opted for was Ele Baires, mainly due to the good reviews I`d seen on a comparison website, and I wasn`t disappointed. The school was located on the third floor of a grand old building on the Avenida de Mayo in the heart of the city. And just a 20 minute walk from my hostel. Super-intensive meant four hours of groups classes in the morning foll...

Buenos Aires and Uruguay I arrived in Buenos Aires on Saturday night and checked into a hostel in San Telmo which is quite an artsy, fashionable area, if a little rough around the edges. Iy was late and I was tired so I took a short walk and found a restaurant for a juicy steak and some vino tinto before hitting the hay. The next day I spent walking through the artesan market in San Telmo which happens every sunday, and seeing the Plaza 25 de Mayo which is hom...

Through Northern Argentina I left Puerto Iguazu and took the relatively short (5 hours, mas o menos) bus journey down alongside the Paraguayan border to Posadas, a pretty small town where I checked into a hotel (recommended in the Lonely Planet, I should add), which can only be described as a hovel. The wallpaper was peeling off the walls and damp, the shower was hilarious - basically a glorified watering can which you had to fill up and then plug in (yes, a pl...