We arrived in Buenos Aires at 5:30pm the next afternoon, starving having had 1 biscuit the whole day. Extremely fatigued and grumpy with each other we failed to understand the metro system to get us to our hostel, and instead jumped in a taxi across Buenos Aires to 'San Telmo', the oldest colonial area of the city. Stumbling through the door of the 'America Del Sur' hostel with minimal energy, we were then told that there was no electricity in the rooms at the ho...

Up at 5.30am after one final comfy but short sleep at the Tin House, we packed our bags once more and said our goodbyes to a sleepy Sean who was setting off with a ridiculously large bag to do the W-trek himself that morning. We caught a quick taxi to the bus station, unable to bear walking the 10 minutes, and took our 3 hour bus to Puerto Arenas, rolled into another taxi, to yet another bus station, spent our last Chilean Pesos on junk food from a blind street v...

On the 25th August we checked into the top floor of a 10 storey skyscraper at 'Hostel Penthouse 1004', in Bariloche, Argentina, a city situated in the foothills of the Andes on the southern shores of Lago Nahuel Huapi Lake. The city is known for its Swiss alpine architecture and its chocolate, which has become an icon of Bariloche since Austrians and Germans looking for a better life settled the area in the late 1800's. It's also a popular base for hiking and ski...