I arrived in Colonia de Sacramento, Uruguay by ferry on a rainy Sunday morning. I’d had a very scanty night’s sleep – you could hardly call it a night, just a couple of fleeting hours following a tango show, dinner and drinks, some unsatisfying calls to banks (my cards had been stolen on the Friday evening ) and a hasty dawn packing up of my apartment. (more…)
On the mean streets of Buenos Aires
When you sit in a café here, usually within a few minutes an itinerant peddler will edge in and sidle round the tables, leaving a small item or trinket on … Continue reading On the mean streets of Buenos Aires
Kissing, Late Nights and Rubbish
Kissing is a mania here. Everyone kisses everyone hello and goodbye, a single, chaste peck on the cheek, or a quick press of the faces while kissing the air. Less … Continue reading Kissing, Late Nights and Rubbish
Desperately seeking gauchos
Not having seen the famous gaucho display at the Feria de los Mataderos, I thought I couldn’t fail to spot some in San Antonio de Areco, a tiny town 120km … Continue reading Desperately seeking gauchos
Gooster on the Loose 