¡Hola a todos! Well, here we are once more. My current location is Mendoza, the heart of the Argentine wine region, and I find myself with time enough to blog once again. I apologize for the apparent confusion, writing of destinations that I visited as far back as two weeks ago but, I am determined not to let this e-travel journal dictate my trip - it must work around my itinerary instead! In my last blog, we travelled as far north as Bariloche on an epic...

¡Hola a todos! After the awe-inspiring trip to the Perito Moreno glacier, there seemed little of interest in El Calafate, so I caught a four-hour bus north around Lago Argentino, on up to El Chalten. The bus departed late in the afternoon: as per usual, I had dragged forth some rickety Spanish, only to become embroiled in an earnest discussion with the representative of the bus company, during which exchange I understood enough to expect some food aboard a...

¡Hola a todos! A word of warning: this is the second of my blog entries added today and so, although it will appear first on my blog-page, there is an earlier post for those eager creatures among you who wish to read every choice refrain, every pointed remark, of this saturated, verbose literary beast. My flight south to El Calafate passed uneventfully and blissfully quickly with me now happily plugged in to my music from home (thank you Emily!). The ...

¡Hola a todos! Oh dear me, it has been an age since I last blogged and, much like anything - pleasant or otherwise - that is delayed and delayed, I find the prospect of updating a rather daunting task. Nonetheless, I finally find myself with time and will here in Bariloche and so I can start to make a dent in my pile of experiences awaiting their moment of electronically interactive fame. A mere two and a half weeks ago (although it does of course feel muc...

¡Hola a todos! Well, I felt that important to me as the latest blog entry is, it was also running to a terrifying length, even by my standards, so I have – helpfully I hope – split the Iguazu narrative in two; this second part deals with my later experiences on the morning of my final day up north, when I went strongly against the grain in terms of knowledgable backpacker advice and struck out for the border and across to the Brazilian side of the falls. T...