Waving goodbye to the boredom that was Montevideo, my next port of call was actually a port also, so pardon me for that unintended pun. The port was the UNESCO town of Colonia Del Sacramento, an hour or so from the capital. The idea here was to arrive in the morning, have a look around the cobbled streets and old walls, taking a few snaps whilst there and then getting on the boat that night, just like the slaves, to our next destination, Buenos Aires, some 3 ho...

One of things that I really wanted to do whilst in either Uruguay or Argentina was to visit an estancia or in simple terms a horse ranch where your could stay the night, enjoy the rural surroundings and do horsey type things during the day. I was scouting around online and found this little gem of a place not far from where I was in Montevideo. About an hour from the port town of Sacrmento De Colonia, was a small town that I cannot remembers its name, (but I goo...

Arriving at 2am in Montevideo was less than spectacular. I had no sleep as it was a relatively short journey, five hours if I remember correctly and it was just a short two hours into the fabulously boring labour day that we had then to put up with. The hostel, El Viajero was centrally located in the historical centre of the Uruguayan capital which was good. The hostel on the other hand seemed like it was made with tiny twigs that even the gentlest of touches wou...

After leaving Foz Do Iguazu and the whole taxi fiasco, I find myself on yet another bus, overnight, one of many that I will take over the following two weeks heading east to intercept another night bus. The night bus brings me into Cascavel, a small town two hours east of Foz, convenient as a meeting point for other buses that are heading south for which I can then intercept. This is where I made my connection to the most southern state capital of Brazil, Porto ...