I’ve totally forgotten about the England game, and while I really should be moving on, it’s time to hit the Irish bar once again to watch the match.  Luis is joining, and at his suggestion I’m leaving tonight to accompany him to his friends flat in San Pedro, a small town off the gringo trail …

As hostels go, this has got to be one of the quietest on record.  Quiet as in I’m the only person staying here.  Feeling like death, I simply lie in my wasted private room and mess around on the internet for the whole day.  That is until I decide to go out.  What did you …

I booked a wine tour late last night, because if there is one thing you need to do in Mendoza it’s sample some offerings from their second biggest export.  This means I am up with the lark (oil is the first) to venture into some local vineyards and convince myself I’m not saucing my head with refined …

So this is it then.  Cheerio Paddy.  The next time we meet may well be on another continent, or not at all if he has his way.  Still I can see the tears in his eyes as we hug our goodbyes, and catch a sniff of the nose.  Or that may have been me.  All …