After threatening to do so for most of the trip, I finally shaved in a handlebar moustache and some sideburns, two days before I left for home. All too soon those days flew by, and I was jetting home to the UK. Adventures over, for now.
Matt, our burly American contractor friend, walked into a locker door and proceeded to bleed all over our room. This was in no relation to the glasses on the table in front of him.
Pre drinking fun in the infamous Milhouse hostel. Buenos Aires, Argentina.
Taken in the middle of the world’s widest avenue, “Avenida 9 de Julio”. It has seven lanes in either direction, with two more on either side of these after a brief bit of concrete. Quite the challenge to cross. Buenos Aires, Argentina.
Having a look at the Falklands (sorry Malvinas) memorial with a friend. Buenos Aires, Argentina.
Casa Rosada, or The Pink House, Buenos Aires. We’d reached the end, final destination. Six days left.
Looking down the river, away from the falls. On the opposite side is Brazil, where we’d been the previous day. Iguazu Falls, Argentina.
Slightly damp. Iguazu Falls, Argentina.
The Devil’s Throat, absolutely thundering away. Iguazu Falls, Argentina.
Walking back towards Iguazu Falls, from the Argentinian side.
