I arrived in Ushuaia on the night of Friday 11 December, after a 14 hour bus trip from Punta Natales in Chile that would have been gruelling if I hadn’t … Continue reading If You Go Down to the Woods Today …
I arrived in Ushuaia on the night of Friday 11 December, after a 14 hour bus trip from Punta Natales in Chile that would have been gruelling if I hadn’t … Continue reading If You Go Down to the Woods Today …
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 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
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