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Milanesa

Argentina is proud of its European heritage - it wouldn't be a stretch to say that they, on the whole, consider themselves more European than anywhere else in South America, and to be fair they probably are. Except in the North there is very little indigeneous...

A year later

Well, I've done a year - 364 days and 23 hours ago a big Iberia plane landed from Madrid at Ezieza Airport containing a slightly shellshocked & drunk me. I often end up drunk on long distance flights. It helps to pass the time, and its very social. On the flight...

Facturas

This is what breakfast looks like in Argentina. Every couple of blocks or so you stumble across a panaderia, the Argentine equivalent of a bakers or boulangerie. What's unusual about this is that bread in this country is actually pretty poor, but what they do do well...

The Humble Choripan

Now, I like me a bit of food, and do seem to eat rather a lot and rather well here in Buenos Aires so I've decided to document some of the food that is considered typical here. In order to do this I will have to go out and buy the food, remember to take a picture of...

Back on the Buses

I've already written about the fun and games that trying to figure out the cross-country bus system can entail. Now back in Buenos Aires I realise that this is nothing compared to the shenanigans you have to go through to work out the city bus system. Inasmuch as it...

Yogi And Me

After my run-in with the law on I-90 I decided to leave it after 600 miles and headed across Montana the 100 miles or so to Yellowstone. I wanted to get there as early as I could as I was planning on camping and I didn't have a reservation. I stopped for breakfast in...

Potty Mouth

It has been brought to my attention, by one of my more sensitive readers, that the language I use is somewhat, how shall I say, vulgar and unnecessary. Always willing to keep things civil, I would like to apologise for any offence I have caused and shall endeavour to...

On The Road

The great US roadtrip has such a romantic image, and whilst not entirely the case (I'm sure Kerouac never got stuck in roadworks on the I-80), it is proving to be quite an experience. I'm currently St George, Utah (and won't be returning after backing gently into...