Don't quite know how too sum up the past week to be honest... Had a chilled couple of days after getting back from Iguazu, went out to the Kilkenny irish bar for some drinks on Monday(for those of you back home it's just like a big version of the Argyle and the barman was born in Leith!) and had a very enjoyable night. Tuesday everyone got pretty beltered at the house and was ready for a massive night until we got to the bars on Plaza Serrano and realised that because the next day was Census Day everywhere pretty much shut at midnight, bit of a let down...ended up having an impromptu gathering at Lena and Lauren's flat. And then came Wednesday...as mentioned it was census day, and my last day in Buenos Aires, so everything was closed. Thankfully we had thought ahead...a massive beer run had been done the day before, the sun was shining, the speakers were blaring and the sofa had been moved up onto the roof terrace...it could only lead to one thing, a game of grand master wizard(if your not familiar you drink cans, taping the empties together to form a wizard staff, while drinking out the one at the top, the one with the highest staff when the beer runs out is the grand master). After a top, top class day the party carried on until the early morning at Kika, a standard option. Also the ex-president of argentina(and husband of the current one) died of a heart attack so stuff went a bit mad. Thursday was simply surreal, waking up, packing my bags in room 15 for the last time... Basically sat around all day feeling really strange, said my first goodbyes of the day to Alice, Emily, Lucie, Josh and Chirag who were getting the bus to Iguazu...that was pretty rough. Then after a lunch at Kentucky pizza-where else could it have been-said the rest of my goodbyes...again pretty rough. Took the subte with my huge backpack to Retiro bus station and, with 5 minutes to spare, climbed on the Flechabus(worst bus company in the world, i'll explain why in a minute) to San Salvador de Jujuy. Despite an advertised travel time of 21 hours, bad enough, the journey actually took 23...still at least there was on-board entertainment...2 films in Spanish with spanish subtitles...ah well at least there would be some food...a tray of biscuits and a glass of coke was presented at the start of the journey, little did i know that was it! Climbed off the bus in Jujuy(pronounced who-who-ee apparently) looking every inch the weary traveler, made my way to the hostel in 34oC andean heat and found that I am the sole person here that speaks a word of English...awkward. Had a quick look around town and the guide book was right, there is pretty much nothing worth seeing here, basically going to chill today, book my buses etc into the mountains and look at the provincial history museum tomorrow and then take off into the Andes to see the inca stuff/the salt flats/the gorges and valleys.