So after one of the more boring coach journeys of my life, which could at best be described as 6 hours of completely flat fields with cows in them, I finally arrived in Mar del Plata. I was met by Marcela, one of the owners of the school, who enthusiastically gave me a driving tour of the city. The overwhelming theme of the tour was beaches, parks and bars definitely a good sign! There had been a slight change of plan with my accommodation since Alan, a New Zeala...

Its been an eventful first 24 hours of the trip and not least because of the normally mundane journey to the airport. I phoned TFL earlier in the day and they told me to leave an hour to get from Kings Cross to Heathrow on the tube so, admittedly already running a little late, I hopped on a tube at 4.30pm. I first began to get a little edgy at around 5.15pm having realised we still were not anywhere really remotely near Heathrow and from this point on I was lit...