Day 2 in BA began at a leisurely pace after a rum and coke session til 3am with Tom, Lauren and Jo the night before. We made the Cementerio de la Recoleta our destination and took a few sights in on route before jumping on the budget tour (that's the wander about aimlessly trying to follow a map scribbled on the back if a fag packet) of the Cemetery in search of Eva Perons final resting place with unsurprisingly not much success. It was a fascinating place with s...

We boarded a ferry from Colonia for the short hop across the Rio de la Plata (River plate) to the amazing city of Buenos Aires. After booking in to our rather plush (in comparison to others experienced along the way) hotel we jumped on a.... you guessed it Spanish speaking city tour and whipped round the major sights to get our bearings. This also took in the amazing Boca suburb which the lads were all excited about as it is home to the Bombonera - the home groun...

Having more than willingly hopped out of bed at 7am and checked out of the Shamcaster we took a relatively short transfer to the fabulous little town of Colonia which was a much needed antidote to the slightly flat feeling Montevideo had left. The small family run guesthouse we checked into had a beautiful courtyard (pic above), roof terrace and it's very own podgy moggy (everyone thought it was pregnant but it turned out it was just a fat cat enjoying life). We ...

We arrived in Montevideo bus station at around 1pm after an early start having left Salto at 6am. We jumped into taxi's and headed off to the Hotel Lancaster in the city centre. Having left our bags with Val in the modern looking hotel lobby, myself, Tom and Cat managed to get ourselves onto a coach tour which gave us a pretty good overview of the city. Being the only English speakers on the bus we got the impression either it's a very efficient way of communicat...

After being dropped off on the side of the road in what felt like the middle of nowhere at 6am having endured a 13 hour coach trip team wonderland hopped/slumped into a fleet of taxis's that raced us (quite literally - this seasons Hamilton vs Massa battles didn't have a patch on these guys) to the Argentine/Uruguay border where we were processed, chewed up and spat out into Uruguay where again Hamilton and co drove us on to a small town called Salto (it's only c...