So the separation from the main group begins. After hitching a ride over the border from Brazil into Puerto de Iguazzu on the Argentinian side, I grab a taxi to the airport. The airport was probably ever so slightly bigger than Dunnos' airport with a restaurant, two shops and about twenty seats to occupy myself with for the two hours while I wait for the plane.

I didn't think I was that tired, but I was asleep before the plane left the tarmac, even before the engines started, now that I think about it. I slept through most of the trip only to wake up in time to access the ham roll for lunch, decided it wasn't worth it and passed out again, only to wake as we descended into the metropolis of Buenos Aires.

After the cab ride to the hotel, I settled myself in and then took off to the local supermarket for some afternoon snacks. Low and behold, the first place that I enter at the supermarket turned out to be the wine cellar. Although the two pound bottles of wine were a bargain to be had, I opted for a nicer four pound bottle.

The girls came to my room for a pre-match tipple and some light snacks prior to the big game. We were off down to Boca to watch the Boca Juniors play Racing Club. It was an exciting game, far better than the one that we'd seen in Rio, mind you this may have been because the game was on par with the premiership in England, so the skills were definitely there. The Racing Club supporters only filled two tiers of the stadium, but their vocal support made up about 80% of the noise that was emanating from the stands. Although both teams were quick to score, Boca lost the match 2 - 1.

Due to the loss, we decided to get quick smart out of dodge as Boca was BA's equivalent of Harlesden, or Harlem.

Next stop was the most amazing restaurant in the world and it served the best Argentinian steak ever. We had to wait 40 minutes to be seated, so didn't get into the restaurant until 11.30pm. The girls excelled again at ordering more food than Ethiopia could consume in a fortnight. With comments from the waiter saying "mucho comida"!! (meaning too much food), so although we slightly amended the order, we were still stuffed by the end of it. I think I could probably write an essay on how fabulous the steak was and possibly compare to some of the greatest wonders of the world, but suffice to say, if you are inBA at any point make sure you visit La Cabrera. Afterwards, we had a couple of drinks around the suburb of Palermo. At 3am, I called it a night and got a cab. The taxi driver was quite excited about the fact I was from New Zealand and that we played rugby and by the end of the ride we'd discussed a few things in Spanish, even though mine was particularly bad.

Sunday, I trotted off and met up with one of my old roommates from the Manaus to Rio league, who'd come down to BA with another company. The intention was to have some lunch and then look around the antiques market - this could be interpretted as start drinking at 1.30pm and gossip for nearly 12 hours over multiple bottles of wine. We did manage to look at the market for at least ten minutes or so as we changed bars, and we also watched some tango lessons and also took part, so it wasn't a complete loss.

The next day, we had to rejoin the Dragoman trip, which went changing hotels. Not in the best state, I moved all my gear to the right hotel but the truck hadn't arrived and therefore, I had no room to have a wee snooze in. I had to use my resourcefulness and borrow one of the boys' rooms while they went out for the morning.

After I got up, the truck had arrived. There had been some mix up in accommodation (one of the other trucks nabbed our rooms), it took all my charm and good looks to get our team leader to give the girls and I, one of the few rooms that were in the correct hotel. After that success I also discovered that there was a room with two singles and then another with a double in it. Due to all my efforts with getting the room and also lugging their bags to the room, I decided I deserved the double bed, which was grand because we were there for at least another three nights.

When in Argentina, you must do as the Argentineans do, so I had a wee siesta to prepare myself for the upcoming night. We were off to an open air concert type thing to watch a percussion band called La Bomba. They were pretty fantastic and it was all very entertaining, so I'm glad I didn't pike out like I was considering.

Tuesday was meant to be sightseeing day, but alas we ended up in the shopping district, so the sightseeing never came to fruition. That night, we went to Café Tortoni and watched a Tango Show.

Too many late nights out were catching up on me and I was exhausted - I'd like to blame it on the B12 deficiency, but realistically I'd only had my shot a couple of weeks previously so I guess I have to put it down to old age.

Time to get a haircut - an extremely anxious time for me, considering I have been getting my hair done by the same person for the last three or so years. The language barrier was also a wee bit of an issue. Luckily my colourist spoke great English and it came out perfectly, I thought I was on a roll until it came time to have it cut, when the girl who did it spoke not an ounce of English and I'd brought the wrong dictionary. After lots of hand waving and single word sentences, too much hair was cut off and I was on the verge of tears. A bit of a patch job was done and it didn't end too badly. I was just grateful that I'd grown my hair fairly long in the first instance so that there was still some left at the end of the hair cut.

The afternoon was taken up by a quick stint at the Recollita Cemetery, where the rich and famous of BA were buried. This was no ordinary Cemetery, but a little village of sarcophaguses. So much money had been ploughed into this place (in the late 1800s, early 1900s, Argentina was the 5th richest country in the world). Some of them were just beautiful, made of onyx and granite. Entire families were buried there. I didn't find Eva Peron's grave, but from what others have said, it isn't that spectacular.

It was time to go out with Jenny and Anna because they were leaving the trip and I was heading out the next day. We went out in Palermo again to a fairly fancy bar and then to the night club next door. Anna and I called it a night around two, while Jenny stayed on with the French guys that we met, one of whom was a producer and had spent some time filming a documentary in New Zealand.

I really would put BA up there as being one of the best cities in the world, fine wine, food and men - everything a girl needs, I could definitely live here.

Tomorrow we leave behind the wonderful city of Buenos Aires and journey through the rest of Argentina.