Make yourselves comfortable, why don´t you?

Matty and I were having a lovely time relaxing on a secluded beach in Punto Del Diablo... that is, until these two little reprobates came along. They promptly nudged Matty off his sarong, spread out and showered us both with fleas. Life´s a beach, then a couple of bitches make you leave.

Fancy seeing you here!

We bumped into Anna and Clemmie randomly on a street corner in Buenos Aires, after which any attemps at meeting up in a civilised fashion were scuppered.
When we chanced upon them once again a few days later in Punta Del Diablo, there was nothing for it but to celebrate with a drink or five. I can only describe the experience as pretty much exactly the same as being back at Emap.... kind of. It was great to finally hook up with Anna and Clemmie, and we hope that returning home isn´t proving too much of a culture shock for them both.

What´s your beef?

Montevideo wasn´t desparately interesting. However, what it did have was a massive building fashioned after an old London railway station, within which was a gigantic meat market. There were many, many stalls like this in the incongruously exteriored establishment. You could eat whatever you wanted, as long as it was a huge lump of meat, a garganturan chorizo or... a massive lump of meat. Vegetarians need not apply. We told this fellow that he had a nice rack shortly before being knocked unconscious.

It´s funny because it´s got the word ´colon´ in the name.

After Buenos Aires. we caught a boat to Colonia de Sacramento, home of idyllic sunsets, beautiful cobbled streets and the best vintage (clapped out but awesome) car collection on the planet. Colonia was a literal breath of fresh air after the smog of Buenos Aires. The people were adorable, the town unfeasibly quaint. Perhaps we loved it so much for the simple reason that the place afforded us the opportunity to.... DO OUR LAUNDRY! The holy grail of personal cleanliness, in future I will never again consider washing my clothes a chore but a downright luxury. Ah, blessed be you, lavaderia mistress. You did not have to iron my pants, but I will never forget your unparalleled attention to detail.

Mucho Macho Man

The people of Buenos Aires liked Matty so much that they decided to honour him by erecting a statue in his image.
´They got the proportions all wrong´he huffed, turning on his heels in disgust.

Dancin´ in the City

One of the perks of going to the artisan market in San Telmo, Buenos Aires is that you get to see some of the city´s famous Tango dancing al fresco. Matty proclaimed that he could teach these Argies a thing or two, but proved to be all mouth and no trousers when it came to the crunch.

No, we never did dance the Tango orselves, but one of our favourite sights of Buenos Aires was seeing maybe a hundred amatuer couples showing off their sultry steps in a local plaza one Sunday evening. We agreed that it was certainly one way of tackling the back-to-work blues.

BA in Globetrotting

This is us in the laughably names Buenos Aires, probably one of the most polluted cities in the world. No matter, we positively embraced those asthma attacks, and enjoyed our exploration of bohemian San Telmo, trendy Palermo and rich Recoletta.