Buenos Aires

We left Malarque looking like we had been in a street brawl, I hobbled along and the girls had knees as if they had crawled up Croagh Patrick on all fours. We took an overnighter to Buenos Aires and arrived bright eyed and bushy tailed the next morning. We then had to wait at least an hour before we got a taxi which gave me enough time to ponder on the fact that Argentina has an inordinate amount of French cars on the road. All the taxis are old Renault 19s which have a small boot at the best of times but the fact that they have all been converted to LPG means that there is also a huge tank in the boot and it leaves about enough luggage room for a medium sized postage stamp and a packet of polo mints.

Buenos Aires is beautiful, as European as it gets. Cafes, restaurants, lots of parks, wide avenues and very stylish inhabitants. Quite similar to Paris in many ways. It had been hyped up by many people, including My Cousin Vinney (congratulations on the new website by the way), but as I am not such a piss head as him I didn't spend that much time partying, so after 4 days it was time to pack my dishevelled rucksack and head to Uruguay.