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...

Ahh quiet, little Uruguay, a seemingly uncharted destination for travellers. Deceptively small, with towns few and far between, and each separated by miles and miles of barren grassland. It presents an extremely relaxed vibe, a contrast to somewhere like Buenos Aires, and even the capital Montevideo (the largest city by far) retains this same vibe, which is held by the landscape and locals alike ("tranquillo!" "Tranquillo!"). My whirlwind tour of Uruguay began a...

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 ...

The return to New York City proved to be much more different to our time in Manhattan. A change of perspective if you will. Staying with one of Juliet's Canadian friends Brad, in Brooklyn, outside the main city, I learnt to truly appreciate NYC for the rich mix of cultures that it is. Whether it was a feed influenced by a night of heavy drinking or an early morning dabble, the endless number of Latin American grocers meant we would never go hungry. Brooklyn is on...