Take a small, quiet mountain town and add a monstrosity of a natural wonder (Perito Moreno Glacier). Sprinkle over a few of the home comforts like a casino and tens of snazzy restaurants. Jack up the price of everything to almost double and then sit back, relax and watch the Gore-Tex nerds and rich pot-retirement yuppies flock to El Calafate like seagulls to a free chip. I endured all the elements on my way. From the 5am ride out of Ushuaia in snow to the chilli...

There is not a soul on earth who could deny the beauty of far southern Argentina. It is terribly obvious, plain to see and exposed like a high school public speaker with a boner. The true beauty of Patagonia is that it doesn't really need to do anything special to get those mouths gaping with amazement. Its pristine landscape, untouched parks and purest of mountain air remains imprinted in all who are lucky enough to visit. Not even the delayed flight to Ushuaia...

The morning of my horrendous 18 hour bus ride to the almost-tri-border town of Puerto Iguazu began after I was approached on Florida st by a snazzy looking Argentine - suit and all. He produced a professional looking business card with the heading 'Cambio Exchange' in large text. Anyone who has a business card for this sort of thing must be a good guy I thought - SOLD. I began to regret my decision hastily after being escorted off the main st, into an arcade and ...

My first real taste of "Latin America" came in the form of Buenos Aires, Argentina. An ever expanding city of varying densities, bustling in some places, yet dead quiet in others. But here (as with most other large cities) there is always something poppin off - an excellent place to "people-watch" and enjoy the number of public tango shows, musicians and protesters lining the streets. I arrived off the plane in a frazzled mess after my luggage decided to take a ...