Me is one happy camper. Contented. Aching. Hungover. Smiling. Stuffed. Christ, so very properly full of Argentinian steak that I cant quite get close enough to the keyboard to type this essay. I mean, I can actually rest my elbows on the distended stomach which stretches out before me like the bonnet of one of those ridiculous American cars. Anyway, enough of food. (Yeah, I know I´ve drivelled on about it prior to this too, but it´s too good to not mention. D...

What a last few days! Truly epic folks. A lot to catch up on so I´ll skim through and not bore you with the details too much..... good to you, aren´t I? Left sleepy Penitentes on the 2nd and caught another bus to Mendoza. Haven´t been drinking hardly at all, so the hefty bottle of local Malbec the night before was causing a bit of tramp´s sock mouth, enhancing the sweaty 4 and a half hour bus ride through winding desert roads. Tis numerous dichotomies, this ...

Penitentes is tiny, just a couple of hostels and cafes plonked by the side of the road which links Argentina and Chile. It´s beautiful though, surrounded by towering Andean peaks. Thought about riding for 2 days, then saw the piste map - nope, one´ll do. Woke up yesterday still knackered, cos the French dude in the next bunk was snoring like a rutting warthog all night. Leaned over at about 3am and gave him a firm shove with my foot, in the vain hope that that ...

Now THAT was a bus journey. Left Buenos Aires at quarter past 7 last night, and rolled into Mendoza at 9am this morning. But more of that later. Yesterday was my last day in the big city, so charged up the camera and headed for San Telmo, an arty antiquey foody area just shy of the centre. Wandered for hours, and took some wicked shots of local graffiti. There was a couple of awesome pieces in Colonia which I shot too, and these in B.A. were just as good. Tis co...

Jekyll and Hyde or what? Saw the cool side of the city yesterday, Thursday. Thought at one point it was seriously going the way of the pear though. As I was meandering up through the hurried streets which I´d been walking the night before (the binmen had clearly been WELL busy at 4am, not a bag in sight) towards the city centre, the pavements suddenly got dead busy and about a hundred metres up, the sound of drums and colourful flags waving. ¨Local colour, chec...