Boy was I glad to get off that bus! 18 hours of continuous motion along asphalt all the way to Salta, the main city of Jujuy province in North Western Argentina. The bus was fine, I travelled with Andesmar, the most reputable of what are already extremely good bus companies in Argy. The great thing with these routes is that you can leave point A in the early evening, get fed onboard, watch a movie and then somehow manage to adopt the featel position and try to sl...

I arrived in Mendoza early, the bus again was again ahead of schedule, which is a good thing normally but jaysus, it's 4:30 in the morning, could ya not have driven slower and allowed us another hour or two of sleep?! Getting off the bus, a cold breeze smacks me in the face. I wasn't in the warmer climates anymore for at night in the Mendoza and the foothills of the Andes, it gets bitterly cold. Anyways, the jacket went on before anything else could have been tho...

Arriving from Rosario on the overnight bus with Andesmar, I found out that I really should have taken a bus early in the morning. Realistically, I wasn't saving myself a nights accommodation, I was just down right exhausted on arrival instead having stayed up late to catch the bus and arriving at 4am. 6hrs of a journey compared to the 8hrs I was told. Shakes fist furiously!! The city streets of Cordoba were empty as I got a taxi to my accommodation, a hostel jus...

My next stop across Argentina was the college town of Rosario. Supposedly the third largest city in Argy and situated nicely on the banks of the Rio Parana, the city seemed like a nice place to crash for a few days. The bus took five hours to get there, so leaving earlyish in the morning from BA, I still had the afternoon there to explore only this time, complete with my new haircut courtesy of the barbers in the bus station. Mother wasn't impressed when I told h...

Arriving in Buenos Aires at night, the strength of the hustle and bustle there caught me by surprise. The difference between what I expereinced at the port in BA compared to the Uruguayan side was one hundred fold a difference. It was utter manic! Even under the brightly lit night sky, you could feel a certain westerness to the place, bright lights, European architecture and even people that looked like spanish students without the wax jackets on a summer in Irel...