Buenos Aires On the 26th of february 2005 I crossed the Bolivian/Argentinean border at the frontier town of Villazon, and thus I so entered in the country of my second nationality. Indeed, my father was born and grown in Buenos Aires and I am myself a double passport holder, despite the fact that I have never used my Argentinean passport. Moreover, a number of my best friends back home are of Argentinean roots, so you could say that I have been quite linked to the Argentinean community all throughout my youth. I was to meet my best mate from Spain, Pancho, and his sister Cecilia (half Argentinean themselves) in Buenos Aires the 1st of March. They were here on holidays for three weeks so the plan was to explore this country together. Since I just had two days to reach Buenos Aires from the Bolivian border line up north and the distance in between gaps up to 2000'ish kms, I could barely have a brief glance to the northern regions. However, I did spend a night in Jujuy, a mid-size town few hours drive south from the border. I could notice that the majority of the population still belongs to the Andean sort as opposed to the rest of Argentinean, where European-caucasian genes dominate the society; at the end of the day, Argentina is a result of a continuous immigration process by Europeans, specially in the first half of the last century. So yeah, like I was saying, the northern areas must be experiencing human-floods from Bolivia, Peru, Uruguay and north Chile. Anyway, after 24 hours straight in a bus, I eventually got to Buenos Aires, capital of Argentina... My goodness, what a city! broad avenues, posh street cafes, beautiful women smartly dressed talking to their mobile phones, young crowds populating the parks, etc. This is nothing like the rest of South America. In fact, this could perfectly be an European capital. I was soon to discover that Argentina is decades ahead the rest of Latin American countries, specially from an educational, civic and cultural point of view. I fell in love with Buenos Aires right away, and I add it to the list of Cities I Would Not Mind Living In, along with Sydney and Hong Kong. I am not too sure why, but it reminded on Madrid, my home town, but with an international touch to it, sort of like a half-breed between Madrid and Paris. Terrific town, really! Posterior note: a year and a half later, in september 2006, I indeed came to Buenos Aires to live here for some months (read all about it at the Chronicles of an Expatriate section). Anyway, since I had arrived there in the evening it was a bit too late to contact Pancho at the place he was staying, so I decided to just kick back in the guesthouse where I met Antonio, a lively Peruvian dude traveling around South America, and two Australian chicks with whom we went out for a beer and stuff to the down-and-outer and bohemian neighborhood of San Telmo. That evening at the Dorrego square I attended to a milonga: it's a public plaza or improvised stage where walking-by couples hop in to dance tango, while other pedestrians (such as us) sit around watching the free show while sipping off glass of red wine. It's an interesting concept that of people spontaneously gathering about a common spot in the streets and all of a sudden you have a tango dancing performance kicking in out of the blue. Argentineans seem to be like that: they enjoy good stuff, and they do it with style; sybarite people, if you know what I mean.
Anyway, the next morning Pancho and I arranged a meeting: noon, at the Obelisk monument, in the 9th of July avenue with the Diagonal. Basically, right in the very center of the whole thing. I shamelessly say that it was an emotional meeting. It is amazing how detached one can grow from home after a full year traveling abroad, how numb the feelings get: family, friends, places you used to hang out at, etc... it all turns into a misty blur, something that had happened a long time ago, to someone else, in another life... Seeing again face-to-face the person I grew up with was a slap back into reality, into your past, into yourself, who you really are. Old jokes coming back, teasing each other just like we used to, continuous laughter over silly shit drinking an evening beer... I dunno guys, I can't explain, but that morning Hector the world-explorer became once again just Hector the shy folk from the neighborhood. Indeed, I have felt that my behavior has changed ever since I met Pancho, maybe less adventurous, less resourceful, less valorous, less social, less charming and more... more just like Hector the shy folk from the neighborhood hehe. But you know what? I quite like it! I quite like being again with the people whom I really know and who really know me. Oh yeah, Pancho is probably the person who knows me better, the way my brain operates - better than my mother or my ex-wife. Hanging out again with Pancho has been the best of Argentina. We had so much to talk about, so much catching up to do, so many beers to drink! Hector and Pancho together again... Argentina, watch your back 'cause here we come!
Anyway, this website is about my travels not about my personal life, so let's do move on!   We wanted to spend at least a full week in wonderful Buenos Aires. In one hand, my father had elaborated of restaurants and places he used to go when he was in his twenties himself, and also Pancho and I had lots of plans to do here like going to a Boca Juniors soccer match and stuff. So we figured it'd be better to leave all that for the end, once we'd explored Argentina's other sites, so we decided to fly to the Patagonia the very next day. After booking our tickets, we went out in the evening to meet Pancho's uncle, Rodolfo, who took us to our first Argentinean parrillada (BBQ beef feast). For all of you who haven't tasted an Argentinean BBQ: you don't know what real beef is till you've been in Argentina. This is reputedly the best beef in the world, and rightfully so. We ate with lust that evening, downing a couple of bottles of wine in the process, and we had a good time with that guy. Our tickets were for the first outbound flight at 5am, and since it was already midnight, we said sod it, and went out for few more drinks. No point to sleep just a couple of hours, so we might as well not sleep at all! which we didn't. Tired as fuck, we waved good bye to Rodolfo and hailed a taxi to the airport. Our next destination being Ushuaia, planet Earth's southern-most town: grab a world map guys. Now spot Argentina in South America. Now drop your eyes to the very south tip of the continent, at the Magellan strait. Put your glasses on: see that small town called Ushuaia, toyfully licking the Antarctic Sea? That's right, fucking there!
Ushuaia The End of the World... or so locals brag about their city. It is true though that from this point on there is nothing but the Antarctica. In fact, all the Antarctica expeditions sail from here.
But the truth is that Ushuaia and the Tierra de Fuego province is not as inhospitable as one would think. Actually, Ushuaia town is pretty set up for tourists and its surroundings very green and lush and its pristine alpine landscapes are remarkable. It is so that it reminded me on New Zealand. We spent three days here in Ushuaia, mostly trekking in the area on inside the Tierra de Fuego National Park. One day, as we were having a coffee, a waiter told us about this wonderful lake called Emerald Lake backed by a glacier (Lonely Planet made no mention of it whatsoever) so we rented a car and drove to the gate point to that lake, a husky and Siberian dog reserve, from where we trekked for about two hours to reach the turquoise-colored lake. Very pretty! Picture on the right: Cecilia next to an Alaskan wolf. The size of this animal dwarfed the rest of the husky dogs in the reserve. I wouldn't like to face this fellow in the woods.
This is the action of castors. They chew up the tree trunks to create their dwellings Trekking in Patagonia	The Emerald Lake and the glacier in the background Pancho back to a prehistoric status
Like I said before, we visited the Tierra de Fuego National Park, where we camped for the night. There are plenty of easy hikes here among stupendous scenery: lakes, snow-capped mountains, leafy and thick forests, etc. Really nice place! Camping at night by the lake, devouring the Spanish ham, cheese and wine Pancho and Cecilia had brought was a sweet end to a sweet day. The morning after, as we were walking the 6 km trek back to the park exit across the woods, it started piss-raining on us like hell. Completely soaked, we finally reached a rest point next to a lake where a ranger took us in to warm up and drink some wine, which we appreciated enormously. He went on about this island in the center of the lake, which was erected as an independent country in itself for tourist reasons (you could get your passport stamped with the Isla Redonda stamp), so this guy stamped us up. I teased him saying that, in a special way, he ain't a woods ranger but rather an ambassador, and he stunned the shit outta me replaying: "in fact I am more than that, I am the Isla Redonda country Prime Minister!" and he showed us the certificate hanging on the wall confirming that he is indeed the fucking Prime Minister of the island haha! Well, he is the P.M., the ambassador and everything as he's the only inhabitant of the island heheheh. Too funny. Anyway, here you go some random pictures of the pristine Tierra de Fuego National Park.
Forever friends
Calafate The flight from Ushuaia to Calafate, a thousand kms north, was rough. Not only turbulence were bone-shaking scaring the crap outta me (I am scared of flying) plus on top of that the air hostess called by the speakers that the air masks might fall off but there were no need to use them yet... plus, as a bonus, the girl sitting right in front of us suffered an asthmatic attack, couldn't breath, suffocating and violently rattling in spasms. Thanks God there was a doctor among the passengers who applied oxygen off an O2 bottle on her. Ufff what an unpleasant ride! However, one cool thing about that flight was meeting Brian (from Scotland), a 52 year old retiree who decided one fine morning to travel the world. He was so funny and full of energy that we took him along with us to our hostel. Calafate town hosts one of South America's natural jewels: The Perito Moreno Glacier, one of the very biggest in the world and absolutely the only one expanding forth year after year. For you to understand its sheer size, I will just state that it's larger than the land area covered by Buenos Aires, a 13 million people city!
After dumping our backpacks at the hostel, the three of us took Brian out for the night all together... bad bad idea... to sum it up: Brian is still struggling with his Spanish and since the only thing he could say was "camarero, otra botella de vino, por favor" which translates to "waiter, another bottle of wine, please", he kept on saying it all night long. Needless to say, we got drunk outta our tits... badly! Somehow I showed up back at my bed at 5:30 am. The bad news is that the tour shuttle bus to the Perito Moreno Glacier we had hired was scheduled to leave at 7:30 am. Guess what? yup, we woke up half an hour late so we missed it. Panic'ing like school boys, we jumped on a taxi and raced the bus down the road, and we did catch up with it! Woohooo the day was saved. So, under the effects of the Worst Hangover Ever Documented, the four of us visited the mastodontic and mind-blowing Perito Moreno. Picture on the right: this is what happens when you let someone who doesn't speak the local language order the drinks: we started a freaky competition to see who of us could stick more straws up the corporal cavities. Pancho won the contest, but I won't say which last hole he had to fill up in order to win...
The glacier lies on a lake and you can see it storming down from majestic peaks back at the horizon. Its color spectrum ranges from snow-white, to sky-cyan and a wide array of blue tones in between. The square-angled vertical front walls are 60 meters tall, the equivalent of almost a twenty-story building. But the most impressive of all its features is when a lorry-sized block of ice cracks off the glacier body and falls on the water... the noise it produces... thunderly, deafening, ear-splitting! Needs to be heard to understand the amount of decibels generated by such impact.
The Perito Moreno glacier front wall, kilometers wide from left to right and only God knows how deep. Please note the line of tourists standing on the lower-left end of the picture to get a grip of what kind of size we are talking about here
It was a really cold morning, and the sore head certainly didn't help, but we couldn't help to stare at this beast in awe and respect. You gotta hand it to the Mother Nature for conceiving things beholding this sort of power. We watched the glacier from the top from the lookout points and also from water line from the tourist ferry.
Kilometers and kilometers deep till its source at the Andes   The 60-meter tall front wall from water-level	Fragments fall off every now and then with deafening effects
Fucking kick ass sight, yes sir! Upon arrival back to the hostel at Calafate, we collapsed on our beds and the world did, finally, kiss us good night.
Chalten We had planned to cross the Chilean border into the Torres del Paine National Park, reputedly one of the best in the world for trekking and mountain scenery, but unfortunately a fire had sprung few days before burning over 20000 hectares. So we decided to alter our plans and visit the Chalten instead, few hours away by bus, where one of the most picturesque multi-peak formation is to be found: the Fitz Roy mountain. Chalten is barely a handful of streets with lonely hostels and restaurants dotting the bland landscape abound; nothing but a Fitz Roy-expeditions gate point to be honest. It is fuggin' cold here too being settled in the middle of the Patagonia, and we even got some snow at some points of the day. Anyway, the hike to the Fitz Roy range takes only three hours and is not particularly demanding, so we enjoyed a pleasant day of ole'good mountain trekking. The sight of the Fitz Roy peak and its neighbors truly is beautiful, specially once the clouds set apart granting us with the full wide view. The peaks soar vertically one after the other one, proud, magnanimous, uncaring of whatever happens down there bellow. They are the kings here, and us mere spectators passing by.
Panoramic view of the whole range. The Fitz Roy is the tallest one in the center-left
Valley	Nice, uh?
See the vertical peaks soaring up?
Pancho and I had watched Ben Stiller's film Zoolander and we spent an hour trying to imitate the silly look he grimaces in the film...	...and still trying in the bus back to Calafate. What a bunch of retards for fuck's sake hahahaha!
Back to Buenos Aires After an eventless day in Calafate, we had to wait five hours at the airport for our delayed flight to eventually take off. The waiting was well worthy though as the air-hostess was heavenly gorgeous, and I mean it; truly a cat-walk model. Argentinean people are stunningly pretty, both males and females. I had heard of these chicks's reputation before but this is getting silly: I cannot keep my jaw closed nor my mouth from dripping. Women who would get harassed the almighty living Jesus outta themselves back in Europe walk down the street here while no one pays them any attention whatsoever, and Pancho and I are like "Holy smoke, did you see that one?". "Bah, nothing special ", locals would replay. "What the fuck, dude?!?"... Faces of angel, bodies of demon - these women should be declared a UNESCO mankind heritage asset and they even rival with my personal prototype of beauty: the Thai themselves. But anyway, I am day-dreaming here because like I said males are equally beautiful too so there is about as much chance for Pancho and I to get laid here as for me to win the Pulitzer award for this website, meaning zero, nothing, nada, rien, nichts, niente, not gonna happen. Fucking stinks! Anyway, I spent the following few days in Buenos Aires getting drunk on cai-pirinhas with Pancho in the posh district of Palermo, visiting the most significant neighborhoods, sniffing around the bohemian San Telmo sunday art flea-market, wandering at the unique Recoleta cemetery, putting on a couple of kilos worth of beef, getting tattooed for a second time, burning my last pennies shopping for clothes and overall enjoying this world-class capital like a citizen rather than a tourist. I so have fallen in love with Buenos Aires and its people! in fact, Pancho and I are seriously considering moving here to live for few months. See? the thing is that, at least in my case, I really got nothing waiting for me back home now that my journey is about to finish: all my friends have gotten married or moved away as of lately - I broke up with my long-term sentimental partner and she took my two cats with her - I quit my job and sold my car before setting off, etc. Only my parents await my arrival in Madrid, and I am not coming back to their place by no meaning (too old for that), so... what's the point of coming back home? and, in these circumstances, what is "home" really? I don't feel like settling down in Madrid again; after having traveled around the entire fucking planet, ending up at the same fucking pub at the corner down my street where it all started would feel like an anti-climax, wouldn't it? hehe you guys can note I am sort of messed up right now, don't you? yup, a bit uncertain at the moment as of what to do next. There is no "next country down the list" any more. There is no further night bus across another further frontier. There is no more browsing the Lonely Planet guide to pick a budget guesthouse to sleep for the night. That has been my life during the last year, but that's the case no longer. I have reached the end of the road. Now it's time to stay put somewhere and get a shower of reality. But the questions fall on cascade in my mind: where? and how? doing what? with whom? Tons of decisions to take, tons of factors to consider. Aaahh fuck all this shit! too much thinking and too little action - I think I am giving Buenos Aires a try, even if it's just for the sake of the beautiful girls here hehe! plus, it really is a cheap place to live after the 2002 devaluation, which fits my rickety wallet. I am still studying the whole thing, but there are high chances to come back to Buenos Aires in the near future to mess around for few months.   Anyway, I will now spoon-feed you guys with a hint of the streets of Buenos Aires.
Folks juggling in the parks   The Obelisk, right in the center of the avenue 9th of July, an orgy of asphalt and road lanes   Nice job you got there mate!   Tango dancers   I liked this sight so I shot a picture	The Casa Rosada (pink house) from where Evita inspired the crowd with her famous speech   In this building, 70-something years ago, my grandma was born   Look dad! I am eating provoleta, morcilla and chinchulines with chimichurri. You know how much I paid for the lunch? 5.5 euros including wine and coffee, how about that?   Street performers   Kid in a basketball court
This is one of the most dynamic, cosmopolitan cities I have ever seen. There is always something going on in the streets, some event, some demostration, some concert, something! always! I love it in here! One thing I would like to mention is how ironic and skeptical Argentineans get when politics are raised in any conversation. These poor people have suffered from terrible military dictatorships and incompetent (and corrupted) leaders that have crippled Argentina's developing capacities. In fact, Argentina was in the first half of the XX century the world's number one as far as economical potential goes along with Australia. Australia enjoyed a healthy democracy and now its inhabitants have a wonderful status. Argentina, in the other hand... political torturees, kidnappings and murders counting in the thousands during the so-called Dirty War in the 60s... a selling out frenzy during the 90s when president Menen mortgaged the country's future selling abso-fucking-lutely every natural and corporate asset they had to foreign investors for ridiculous prices (some say pocketing a pinch in the process) and emitting public bonds at unrealistic rates... an economical crash in 2001 that devaluated the currency to a third and knocked the country back many years in time, leaving millions of mouths hungry and people unable to withdraw their own money off the bank accounts or else the country's banking and financial system would have utterly collapsed... yup, they have good reasons to trash politicians all they want. Thanks God it seems that the current president, Nestor Kistchner, is at least an honest folk trying his best to clean decades of shit up. But now they are facing the problem of two-digit inflation. Oh well, I wish you good luck guys, eventually.   Like I said, one of days I went to visit the very impressive Recoleta Cemetery, where the plushest of Argentinean aristocracy is buried. It is amazing how extremely decorated the tombs are, with granite angels, stone gargoyles and marble cherubs watching over so no-one disturbs the dead's rest. It is the largest sculptured necropolis in the world, and it rightfully feels so: numerous streets lining tombs left and right navigate the site and cypresses, iron fences and art work are reminiscent of one of those dark gothic-styled vampiresque creepy scenes Hollywood so loves. I am telling you, the perfect grounds to play hide and seek with your mates a full moon night as the clock ticks the midnite out. Add up a couple of wolverines and a handful of zombies and the fun is set!
The cemetery skyline   Spooky!   I want my tomb to be like this: populated by cats!	Internal streets. Each tomb has the family name carved as the tombs are family-bound, not individual-bound   Exacerbated decoration. Each of those sculptures guard one tomb   She Herself is buried here too
Another must-see in Buenos Aires is the working-class, down'n'outter neighborhood of La Boca. In fact, La Boca is not a safe district to fool around by yourself as it really is a poor area, but the main street -the arch famous Caminito- is a touristy destination recommended by every travel guide. Under the intoxicating and ever-present tunes of Tango and the mouth-watering smell of a nearby parrilla, one can browse the paintings of the artists exhibiting their work on the street or the imitation jewelry-selling stalls. However, the most characteristic feature of El Caminito are its multi-colored houses, built of metal sheets cheerfully tinted in rainbow-kissed tones. Quite cute, like a real-life version of Sesame St. And, of course, let's not forget the neighborhood's pride: the stadium of the football team Boca Juniors, where football-icon and humankind's second most talented man after Jesus himself, Diego Armando Maradona, initiated his meteoric career to become the finest footballer in history... and his equally vertical downfall to cocaine-addiction. Poor old Diego. Football is massive here in Argentina (they have won two -or was it three?- World Cups) and Boca Junior is the country's most renown team. Granted, they ain't no Real Madrid (my team, of course), but they get by hehe. I ventured forth and trailed away from El Caminito into the depths of La Boca, but the dodgy look of the place and its people scared the shit out of me and I rushed back out with the tail between the legs hehe.	Colorful houses   Playing the accordion for tips   Cute!
El Caminito, La Boca's entrance   Argentina's deities - left to right: Carlos Gardel the Tango singer, Evita Peron the politician and Maradona the footballer.
Iguazu The 18 hours bus ride from Buenos Aires was actually quite smooth as the bus network is fantastic: bed, AC'd, film-screening, dinner-serving buses are fast and cheap in Argentina. Just as I noticed the heavy Bolivian influence on the population in Jujuy, the town of Iguazu is equally dominated by Brazilian genes as opposed to Buenos Aires, where the base of the population is mostly composed by the caucasian sort. Also, the weather is significantly more tropical and humid than in Buenos Aires. Iguazu town is nothing to write home about to be honest, and the only point of coming here is to marvel at the world-class, jungle-fringed Iguazu Falls. I am sure you guys have seen it on TV: it's basically a massive horseshoe-shaped piece of collapsed land whereupon thousands of millions of trillions of gazillions of liters of water pour every micro-second from the river Parana, functioning as the vortex spot for Paraguay, Brazil and Argentina. The falls are definitely worth seeing, one of the world's nature wonders. The visual effect is just as impressive as the deafening roar it produces and no wonder hordes of tourists line up in awe every day to enjoy the unique vistas completely soaked up as the falls splash you back fiercely. Also, there is a cheesy-but-fun speed boat ride that takes you right under the falls for a closer experience, and when I say "right under" I am being literal. The boat dives into the base of the falls and it's quite an adrenaline fix. Of course, you end up like if you had jumped into a swimming pool with your clothes on hehe. I don't have much else to add about Iguazu because like I said, other than the falls themselves, there is little to see or do here, so 24 hours later I was booking my bus ticket back to Buenos Aires. That being said, you would be fucking retard if you missed this marvel while traveling in either Argentina, Paraguay or Brazil.   Pictures of Iguazu down bellow.
The Parana river trailing away, whistling, innocent-looking, unaware of the havoc it just created 500 meters upstream	See the speed boat approaching the falls for the tourists' amusement?   An armadillo sniffing about in the jungle. Its size is that of a cat more less
Back to Buenos Aires and out I had only five days left in Argentina and I decided to spend them again in Buenos Aires doing some shopping and socializing. Buenos Aires is an excellent choice for clothes-shopping as the retail shops are stylish and half-priced as those in Europe, so you can hunt some good bargains. I bought few nice pullovers, jeans, shoes, etc. I look bloody pimped out with my new outfits - ladies, beware!
Pancho and Cecilia had left to Spain already a couple of days before, so I was alone once again. But at the guesthouse I was staying (the Milhouse hostel which I recommend) I met this really friendly Australian folk called Michael, and along with Jason (from Canada) and also three Spanish guys on holidays called Javier, Inigo and Richard, I went out to a really posh night club downtown with extremely modern decoration and smart-looking guys and gals. Well, the guys were looking smart; the gals were looking... outrageously stunning! Anyway, I have already talked about Argentinean girls, let's not go on about it again Hector. It was the last night in Argentina for the three Spanish dudes before flying back home, and they bought shitloads of champaign bottles so... yup, drunk as fuck once again haha! Also met an Israeli girl with whom I spent the rest of the night. Good fun as usual. The day after, bit of sore head and stuff, the football team Boca Juniors was playing against Independiente at Boca's stadium, La Bombonera, so the bunch of us got some tickets and went there. Really cool how vocal and excited Boca supporters get in the tiers, singing, shouting, cursing and cheering all match long. What an spectacle! I noticed that they play football in a different way compared to European fashion. Euro clubs hold the ball much longer, run the side lanes, endless horizontal passes, slow and tactical advancing, etc. Here it's all about going full out offensive. Boca won 2-1, by the way.	Fans cursing at the referee
La Bombonera
I got pretty lucky as far as finding a flight ticket goes. I spent a whole day calling every travel agency in town and apparently it is much cheaper to fly from Europe to South America than the other way around, so I was having some issues finding a student-discounted one-way seat to Spain. Finally, someone cancelled his reservation and I could squeeze in the last minute, paying only 320 euros via Montevideo (Uruguay) and trust me, it's a hell of a deal. And that's about it as far as those last few days in Buenos Aires goes: I had seen and done everything I wanted to see and do in Buenos Aires, so I spent my time doing tons of shopping and tons of butting around with the guys at the hostel.   Tomorrow morning, wednesday 22nd of March 2005, I will take that plane back to Madrid. This journey around the world has, finally, come to an end. It has taken me exactly one year and ten days to circunnavigate the globe. It has indeed been the ride of my life, but it is time to go home I reckon... So, what are you up to next, Hector? to be honest, I have no fucking clue. I will independently study stock trading as planned during the following six months more less, but apart from that everything else is unknown to me. I just want to have some fun to be honest, nothing pretentious, just some healthy fun. Will that be in Madrid, Buenos Aires, or God-knows-where, I cannot tell at this moment. But do keep in touch folks and I will keep you updated. Who knows, I might be around and up for an evening beer! As the saying goes - The road goes on and on, so I am sure that someday, somewhere, we will meet up again in the future. Ladies and gentlemen, it's been a pleasure. Travel on!
Buenos Aires, one of the world's capitals with the best vibe in my opinion. Che boludo, viste que ciudad?!
Meeting up with my best mate Pancho after such a long time. I have missed him so much Argentineans themselves. I had them for pretentious, mouthy, arrogant losers, but man oh man, was I wrong! Friendly and welcoming as no other Perito Moreno glacier is the country's most spectacular sight. Incredible! Mountain trekking in Patagonia: beautiful alpine scenery to be walked and fresh air to be breathed. What else could you ask for? Going to that Boca Juniors match was kick ass Iguazu falls are a must-see, of course Argentinean cuisine, specially beef. I have put a few kilos in the last three weeks here hehe. Argentinean chicks are just otherworldly. The world's best good looking women. Enough said! Really cheap country since the 2002 currency devaluation. One of the best values anywhere!
Eeerrr... hmmmm... yeah right, that sucked donkey balls No seriously, Argentina has been one of my favorite countries of all the trip. No complains whatsoever