Boys watch the girls, as the girls watch the boys who watch the girls go by.

Buenos Aires is worlds apart from the wild west we just left. From one extreme to another, this is one of south Americas most affluent cities and one of the largest cities in the world.





Glitzy expensive high rise hotels face out from the docks over looking the Rio de la Plata, near the Atlantic coast. An hour crossing the 100 miles to Uruguay.

Grand impressive architecture hugs the avenues as street theatre and tango dancers entertain the shoppers. Gothic and art-deco designs tower above.
The city gracefully holds romantic parks, boulevards, history and modern chic in its elegant hands.


Arty markets fill the parks every weekend as the creatively minded express and inspire. Selling clothes, jewelery, shoes, mate cups, food and freshly squeezed orange juice to refresh.


A friend from earlier travels and shenanigans in Bolivia greets us at the hostel with Killers tickets in hand. Catch up over great steak and easy flowing local red wine. Just two things which are famous and fantastic in this large, beautiful, cultural, modern capital. Day turns to night and night turns to day as drinks and conversation continue with others enjoying what this city has to offer.

Friday night arrives and we make our way across town for The Killers. Unfortunately, I was bored to the point of walking out the stadium, whilst Travis the supporting act, disappointed the crowd. Contrary to The Killers, whose passion and energy made a great performance. I danced through out and woke with their songs in my head the next day. Fantastic!



First impressions of Argentina? I´m emotionally attached! I love this place. Buenos Aires is a sexy city full of beautiful people, and they know it. Everyone is constantly checking out everyone else. They look good, move good, sound good and all the dark haired boys keep my eyes busy.

Needless to say, we spent some here. Nearly two weeks in total. We popped over to Uruguay for a couple of days, jumped on the boat, stayed a night in the gorgeous romantic town of Colonia, hired a car, hit the road, made it through the capital of Montevideo and onto the beach scene that Argentinians flock to, Punte del este, where it was pissing down. Like seeing a princess without her make-up on, maybe this place gets better in the summer, but if I was to use one word to describe, it would be "over-priced". Not my kind of place, expensive shops, posh restaurants, and an arrogance I can do without, so we cut our time there short and headed back to BA for the weekend.

Time creeps on and we needed to pull ourselves away, weighed down with all our new purchases, we got a bus to Mendoza.