I entered Brazil in style via the spectacular Iguazu Falls, such an unforgettable place that it is a finalist for the title as one of the new seven wonders of nature. The Falls’ tropical forest, monkeys, alligators, birds and wonderfully coloured butterflies marked the transition from Argentina to O Pais Tropical (Tropical country), as the famous song by Jorge … Continue reading
Another long bus-ride brought me from Mendoza to the North-West, and into a different Argentina, casting a bridge towards neighboring Bolivia and the Andean culture. In my first stop in Tafi del Valle, in the province of Tucuman, sitting at a boliche (a local bar) in front of the evocative painting portraying the owner’s family, Dona Eloisa, I … Continue reading
Entering Mendoza province, I left the moody Patagonia weather for days of blue sky and sun over green vineyards. In the background the mighty Andes raise to greater heights than in the South and tower like a benign and awe-inspiring presence, reaching a whopping 6,959 m in Mount Aconcagua , the highest mountain of the … Continue reading
Once in Patagonia, I was hooked! Eager to continue exploring, after my foray in Chile I re-entered Argentina to travel along the Southern part of the Routa 40, a National Route which crosses Western Argentina from the extreme South up to the North, at the border with Bolivia. Travelling along Route 40, which in its … Continue reading
Ah, Patagonia! Such a vast, enchanted, tough land…..Frontier land, land of pioneers, an empty wilderness where to project one’s fantasy and dreams. I certainly did, as Patagonia was one of the key destinations that made me decide to travel in Latin America. Patagonia is a large region spanning between Southern Chile and Argentina. The landscape varies, … Continue reading
I knew that Argentina is big. I saw it in the map and I read about it while planning my travel. But until I was there, I didn’t realize what it means. Argentina is huge! It is the eight largest country in the world. If one were to go by bus from Buenos Aires to … Continue reading
I left London on a morning at the end of October, backpack in my back. A few hours later I was in a bar in Madrid’s airport, waiting for my plane to Argentina and celebrating the official beginning of my travels with a glass of red wine and Spanish ham. I landed in a Buenos … Continue reading
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