Going Extreme

What better way to relax after a sky dive than with a round of mini golf? Although, there was a hot tub at our hostel but we'd gone in that in the morning, prior to the knowledge that we would be leaping out of a plane that day ( am still gutted it wasn't the pink plane). Anyway, the deal with the mini golf (crazy golf to us Brits) is that if you get a hole in one on the 18th hole you get a a free round. Which fitz did.



And then I did too!What's the likely hood of that?! (Answers on a postcard please) So 2 rounds of mini golf for the price of 1 was definitely in the budget.


On the day that Fitz got up at 6am to do the Tongariro Crossing, I felt no guilt at having a bit of a lie in ( til 9 am) having recalled my experience of climbing Volcan Villa Rica in Chile. Instead, I had opted for a more leisurely activity ( much more up my street), a sailing trip aboard 'The Barbary' a 1920s racing yacht once owned by Errol Flynn who won it in a card game. We sailed across Lake Taupo, a pair of ducks flying aboard for biscuits and me taking the wheel.



The trip brought back memories of the sailing holiday in Greece 7 years ago with Dave, Ally and Johnny but there was considerably less sun than then! Also, we managed to catch a rainbow trout on Lake Taupo which is 1 more fish than was caught during a whole week in Greece!

We sailed to the Maori carvings which were completed 28 years ago and can only be reached on water.




The following day, from Taupo we drove 2 hours to Waitomo for our 'Black Abyss' adventure in the Waitomo Caves which was all rather exciting. The fact that it was raining and we may have been a bit wet did not help putting on damp wetsuits any more pleasant! Once we were kitted up and had practised abseiling above ground we were finally ready to go caving! Our trip underground began with a 30 meter abseil into Ruakuri cave which wasn't too scary as it's dark and narrow and you can't see anything part from the rock that surrounds you.

Inside the cave, we were shown stalactites and stalagmites, recalling some of our primary school education to remember which are which. This was shortly followed by a flying fox ( a zip line) in the pitch black. Most challenging however was the jump from a high ledge into the dark black water below with a tyre / giant rubber ring which makes a very loud SMACK as you hit the water with a big splash. Floating in these tyres whilst looking up at the thousands of glow-worms far more relaxing, like looking into a clear night sky sprinkled with stars ( and somewhere with no light pollution).

Caving felt like a real adventure, we swan, crawled and climbed up waterfalls (felt very pleased with myself after that!) and saw couple of eels, stopping for sugary treats along the way. The soup and bagels at the end once we were dry were very welcome! I really enjoyed this experience and would recommend it to anyone who goes to New Zealand. People of all ages can do it, we met an Aussie couple who were in our group who were celebrating their Silver Wedding Anniversary and they did it. Also they have kindly said we can stay with them in the Hunter Valley ( Aussie wine region ) so we will be taking them up on that offer! (They also bought the photos of the trip so we'll be nabbing a copy of them off them too.)


So, as you can tell, we had begun to embrace the extreme activities famously available in New Zealand. It's no surprise then that like all good travellers we choose to participate in a couple more when we arrived in Queenstown, the home of extreme activities ( and that's not included the Queenstown luge which is one of the few street luges in the world, which you can view us doing on iiitbTV). Though as I type I'm thinking if it wasn't for Fitz I may not have been so keen to participate....

Our afternoon of White Water Rafting began in quite a relaxed manner, paddling our way down the Kawarau river. Earlier we have been geared up bad given our safety talk which i found highly amusing, I was nearly crying with laughter at some points as the trip leader, Casey, a true Kiwi, was hilarious. There were 7 rafts on the trip that day 6 people plus a guide per raft. We ended up in Casey's raft which included a middle aged English brother and sister who weren't too keen on capsizing our raft for the sake of it like all the other rafts had been doing, hence the pleasantness of it all.

We hadn't been able to go on the more challenging trip due to the high water levels on the Shotover River caused by the bucket loads of rain which hammered down for days earlier in the week.

We cruised past the Pillars of The Kings as seen in the The Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring:



This part of the river is is actually a fraction of the width that appears in the film. Just around the bend from here is the world's first commercial bungee jump which was great to see, especially as I wasn't attached to it!

We reached our final rapid 'Chinese Dogleg' which was the largest at a grade 4 and New Zealand's longest commercial rapid, with 800m of white water. We'd practised paddling as a team and ducking into the raft when things got hairy and so were prepared for what we needed to do. We were the first raft to go through and rose and fell as we went through the first part of the rapid, paddling our arms off. We continued onto the next group of waves, Casey, our guide, not seeing the 'hole' that had appeared from nowhere which meant we hadn't ducked into the raft when the hole caused our raft to to surf upwards resulting in us falling out.

I had no idea what has happened, one second I was paddling away and the next I was in out of the raft, in shock after swallowing a load of water. I was surprised to see Casey (our guide) in the water too and had no idea where Fitz was. I panicked as waves splashed against me and I was pushed along with the current. I was struggling to get my breath when a nice young man (blonde with short dreads) reminded me to put my feet up and float on my back (this prevents you from getting caught up in anything that maybe on the riverbed like a branch of tree). We clung onto one another and there was a lot of shouting going on "Swim left!!" "Swim right" I was really confused and panicked that I couldn't breathe properly. I did my best to swim to the raft but which was tough with the force of the water pushing me from all directions. I failed to grab onto the rope which was thrown out to us, it was just out of reach. However I did mange to clasp onto the paddle which was reached out to me -woo hoo! I was dragged back to the raft and then pulled back on board by my life jacket by the nice English bloke, who was in fact the only person who successfully stayed on board - my Hero! (This is not for the faint hearted -(Dave Goggin.))

Relieved to be out of the water, I tried to steady my gasps for air and worried about where the hell Fitz was cos he wasn't in the raft. He had in fact got back in another raft quite easily and gone into another woman's rescue!

Afterwards, everyone went over and over the whole experience. I was thankful to have survived and everyone was shocked that even Casey, one of the most experienced guides, had fallen out too. It was fun but I was bloody scared when I was in the water!!

So much so that the very next day I decided to abandon the raft completely and opt for a body board and a pair of flippers instead. Known as River Boarding, we signed up with a company called 'Mad Dog', and my God, it was completely mad! Probably one of the craziest things ?I've ever done. Sky diving is is a piece of cake, I'd do that on all the days of the week that end with a 'y'. River boarding on the other hand...hmm...I'm not so sure....

On the morning we went river boarding my apprehension grew and grew as I learnt more about what it exactly entails and the things you must remember to do / not do. However, some relief was had in the fact that we had loads of instructors with us that day, with just 6 of us suckers in our group with nearly a guide each when the usual ratio is about 2:16.

We had practise at kicking, turning and assuming a defensive position g for entering the rapids. We were warned against doing the 1st section of rapids as once again, due to the recent heavy downpours, the water flow had increased making the rapids bigger and stronger than usual. Needless to say, I happily opted out of this section.

So we got in further down the river. It was quite daunting going through the rapids on a body board but I clung on with all my strength, there was no way I was gonna lose my board! (You're strapped to them by your wrist but you still need to hold on tight!)

In the end I went down the river attached to one of the guides so I felt a bit better about the whole situation. We got a massive wave right in the face but onwards we went! It was pretty terrifying! I felt reassured that the worst was over as we went through our final rapid. My legs were tired from all the kicking and my arms ached from holding on so tightly. Despite all the negatives and my fear, I have to say it was a pretty amazing experience.

As we floated downstream after the rapids, it was time to relax a little after what we'd just done and enjoy the river. I struggled to do this as I was still worried I might float into the rocks as you as told to remain in the middle of the river at all times.

We got a ride on a giant body board dragged along behind a jet ski, clinging on for dear life with what little strength I had left in my arms and hands, being flung off at the end as the jet ski turned.

Fitz jumped off some high rocks with the others but I gave that a miss and we all whizzed down a slide and skimmed across the water on our boards.

River Boarding is absolutely exhausting and makes you aware of how unfit you are! If you're looking for a challenge, this is it. I won't be doing it again I don't think, but I'm pleased that I did and proud to tell the tale!

Nic

30 days hath September

April, June and November. No, not November. Not this year anyway. We flew out of Santiago on Sunday 2nd and arrived in Auckland on Tuesday 4th, having crossed the International Date Line. So apologies to Lulu, Dolph Lundgren, Ugo Ehiogu or anyone else whose birthday it was on November 3rd (but who wasn't near the top of the Google results list) because we missed it this year. Literally.

Auckland is home to the tallest structure in the Southern hemisphere, the Sky Tower (330m). Some people paid to walk around the outside of the roof, others to throw themselves off it. For us, just getting up there seemed expensive enough.



Our options for getting around NZ were by bus or by car. Seeing as we'd gone by bus around South America and were planning the same for Australia, we decided to hire a car for New Zealand. After picking up the almost superbly named Toyota 'Vitz' and heading out of Auckland we discovered a pair of prescription sunglasses left in the glove box, so had to drive back to the hire place to return them. This slight inconvenience turned out to be a blessing though, as we were rewarded with two bags of Pineapple Lumps which we would otherwise not known existed. Pineapple Lumps are amazing. They're basically big lumps of chocolatey pineappley goodness, and supposedly unique to in NZ. I have no idea why, they should be sold everywhere.



Our first destination was north to Paihia in the beautiful Bay of Islands. This is where they come to take long panning shots of sandy beaches and glistening seas as part of NZ tourism promo films.



It's also a spot where you're able to see (and swim with) dolphins. The swimming part is dependent on their mood (if they're relaxed it's fine, if they're stressed it's not) and whether or not there's calves feeding with the pod. Well, there were no feeding calves in the pod that we saw, but they were pretty stressed. Because they were being stalked that day by a pod (I assume it's also a pod) of Orcas. So while it was a shame that we didn't get to do any swimming that day, we did get the chance to see Killer Whales up close. Really close.



From the Bay of Islands we headed as far North as possible to Cape Reinga, where the Pacific Ocean meets the Tasman Sea, and then back down the west of the peninsula, huge strips of which are covered by huge sand dunes. And in New Zealand, if there's any section of land that isn't perfectly flat, then someone will have come and tried to climb it, or jump off it, or ride it, or surf it, or do anything else to it and then given that a name. Then they'll set up a business and try and get lots of other people to come along and have a go too. So on the sand dunes of Hokianga Harbour we tried sand boarding. If you put the effort in to walk up them, you're rewarded with the chance to slide on your chest all the way back down them. There's also a video over there -> somewhere.




The centre of the North Island has a rich Maori history, so near Rotorua we went to see a cultural show in the traditional house, called a Whare. I say near Rotorua, but the place we went to was actually called Te Whakarewarewatangaoteopetauaawahiao (and supposedly that's only the second longest word in Maori). I think 'near Rotorua' or 'Whaka' is easier. Whaka is essentially a huge thermal reserve, due to all the volcanic activity in the area (Lake Rotorua is actually the crater of an extinct volcano) so there's mud pools and hot springs all over the place. It's also home to Pohutu, a huge geyser which shoots up to about 20 or 30 metres. Good when it happens, but boring to wait for.




And then came Taupo and the sky dive. Taupo was probably my favourite town in New Zealand because it had loads going on, but with cheaper prices and fewer people than in Queenstown. For our jump we had the option of 12,000 or 15,000 feet - with 12,000 you get forty seconds of freefall and with 15,000 you get a minute. We went with the latter. The preparation all felt pretty rushed at to the airfield, but that was a good thing because it gave me no time to talk myself out of it. After throwing on the equipment, whizzing through the instructions and spouting out some nonsense for the video camera we were in the little plane (a very white one, not the very pink one) and high up over Lake Taupo and a host of volcanoes. At 12,000 feet the door rolled opened and several others in our plane slid out, before it rolled shut again. Five minutes and 3,000 feet later it was our turn. Me and my instructor Alex shuffled to the door then waited for what seemed like an eternity with our feet hanging over the edge...and then we were gone. At first we were spinning around a lot and my mind was scaring the hell out of me by worrying that something was going wrong. But it wasn't of course, and then you just start to really enjoy the feeling that you're plummeting to the ground at about 200km/h. Seriously. The freefall bit is over way too quickly though, no matter how many seconds you get. You'll all get to see the DVD at some point, with me looking stupid throughout.



The Tongariro Crossing is supposedly the best one day hike in New Zealand. It cuts between Mount Tongariro and Mount Ngauruhoe with the option of climbing to the top of either as well. Mt Ngauruhoe is also better known as Mount Doom from the recent Lord of the Rings trilogy, and it looks better than Mt Tongariro, so I chose to climb Tongariro (so I could look at Ngauruhoe, not because I didn't have faith in my abilities of climbing it. Oh no). All in all it wasn't too challenging a trek, and any pain I had at the end of the day was mainly down to mild sunburn, and it was well worth the effort for the 60 odd photos that I took.







More NZ stuff to come soon (from both of us).

Updates

The keen-eyed among you will notice that we're yet to write anything about New Zealand on here. Sorry about that. Internet use is pretty expensive in NZ, and typing it up, uploading the pictures etc etc takes quite a bit of time. We will remedy that shortly though, I promise. The hawk-eyed amongst you meanwhile will notice that down the right hand side of the screen there's a few new toys to keep you occupied in the meantime. Some different photos from South America, some sky diving ones (more about that later) and lots of us on a jet boat down a river (we didn't pay for the disc they try and sell you with the trip, but two nice folk called Adam and Karianne did, and they put them all online for us, and therefore you to see).

Happy viewing.

Love from Stuart, Nicole and Robin van Persie.

Lions and Tigers and Bears...

(Started writing this in Mendoza, Argentina finished and typed up in New Zealand.)

Patagonia has definitely spoilt us for wildlife and spectacular landscapes so New Zealand has a hard act to follow (it's doing pretty well so far!).

Whale watching was amazing and it was brilliant at Punta Tomba where we were surrounded by thousands of penguins without a chocolate bar in sight.

All of that seems ages ago now as we have since been to 'The End of the World' (Ushuaia at the tip of South America) and back through Argentina and criss-crossed into Chile.

The climate as well as the landscape has been pretty varied and I am pleased to say that I am currently 'de-layered' and am wearing shorts, a vest top and flip-flops whilst sitting in the sunshine. It's a good job I brought so many clothes with me as layering up is the best way to keep warm; especially when you have few - if any winter clothes with you!

If there was a toy doll called 'Nicole Doll' then over the past few weeks you would definitely would have been able to buy 'Outdoors Nicole' (rather than the usual 'Party Nicole') only she would not come as well equipped as 'Outdoors Barbie' who comes with walking boots!

We can now lay claim to seeing the 7th most beautiful view in the world as we went to the top of 'Cerro Campanario' in Bariloche.



Bariloche is in Argentina's lake district and has stunning scenery of lush forests, mountains and lakes obviously.



From Bariloche we caught another bus and this time we crossed over into Chile for more than just a few hours. Our first stop was Pucon, where we hung around for days and days waiting for the weather to be good enough to climb the volcano 'Volcan Villarica'. To fill this time we hung around (literally in a hammock chair) the wooden house we were staying in, complete with wooden stove fires for heating and hostel dog Negra.

The start of our time in Chile was indeed chilly and therefore the natural hot springs 'Termas Los Pozones' were very welcome indeed! And barginous at 3 quid 50 each when we had them more or less all to ourselves.



Ohhhh it was just like stepping into a hot bath....well a massive hot bath outside with rocks rounds the edge and sand underfoot and a river running by....

We eventually did our long awaited volcano climb, yes although I had been undecided I did it too but definitely won't be doing one again, even if I do look really cool in all my climbing gear.



We had all the proper gear provided, crampons, the full works! The climb was all on snow and it was tough I tell ya! Actually I think it could be described as 'character building'. After all that hard work we didn't make it even high enough to see the summit but I didn't care cos it was time for the best bit...sliding down on the snow on your bum! Or as we call it 'Bum Skiing'



I hear there was snow in the UK in October, if you get some more I can really see this new sport taking off, I plan to launch it on the big hill in Mill Hill park, no need for the orange sledge now.

After the volcano climb ordeal I can firmly say that I am far more suited to sipping cocktails in the sunshine as we did in the port city of Valapariso up on the hillside at Hotel Brighton.



It was 2-4-1 Happy Hour so it was definitely in the budget.



And it fell under part of the cultural experience as we drank Pisco Sours which are made with the Chilean spirit Pisco, lemon and icing sugar. A very nice sherbet if you ask me!

Further alcohol consumption was required (it's a hard life) when we went back through the Andes to the Argentine wine region of Mendoza. Once we had gathered enough change for the bus, which is a complete challenge as no one wants to give you change in Argentina and you can't get on the bus without it as there is a machine which only takes coins! We visited a winery and had an interesting and informative tour (and more importantly free) with a glass of vinto tino to taste at the end. Very nice but unfortunately not in the budget for us to buy.

A trip to Mendoza zoo for 1 pound 80 was cheap as chips. Though quite upsetting and sometime scary as well quite good all at the same time. I am complete contradicting myself but before I go on to tell you a bit about the zoo I must say they have a huge variety of animals (lions, tigers, bears, seals, horses, goats, armadillos,monkeys, birds) which I suppose is good for the public there as they wouldn't get to see them otherwise. Also I got to see my 1st polar bear which was cool.



I won't go into too much detail but a lot of the animals' enclosures were too small for them, especially the tigers, who were beautiful but sadly paced their cages.

The zoo is based on a hill so you walk up it and it snakes back round with all the enclosures. The baboon enclosure was on the hillside and packed with baboons of all sizes and they made such a noise! Some of them were having fights and chasing after each other and basically there were too many of them in there. This little one had escaped (!!) and went to pick up an empty coke bottle but dropped it and then couldn't work out to get back in. And then the Argentine people were feeding the baboons through the fence! Needless to say there weren't many people working there, I didn't see any zoo keeps as sorts, apart from 3 blokes walking around in uniforms who seemed more like maintenance men really. It was sad and weird, I said that I would write to the WWF about it but I'm yet to do that. I'll put it down as an experience...

Our last stop in South America was Santiago where we stayed at a cool hostel called 'La Casa Roja' and had a good BBQ and Halloween party. This Irish dude looked just like The Joker,scary stuff, he had the hair for it.

Went up a few big hills and got some great views of the city.



Its huge! Its pretty impressive how the city is surrounded by mountains. But Santiago is not my favourite capital city in the world.

Now in New Zealand with more things to write about but not enough time for that now. It's good though and was refreshing when we arrived to be able to read everything as it's not all in Spanish. Met up with Dave in Auckland on our first night, hardly recognised him, which was fun. Have hired a car and are on the road.

Gotta go, come on you Gunners!

Nic x

Mount Fitz Roy

Argentina. We´ve been here three and a half weeks and I haven't written a word about it yet.

Puerto Iguazú is the place to stay when visiting the Argentinian side of the falls, and very little else, although you can see both Paraguay and Brazil from the hill overlooking the town, where the Rio Iguazu meets the Rio Parana. And this was as close as we got to Paraguay (it's on the left, Brazil's on the right):




Our week in Buenos Aires was spent just walking around the different neighbourhoods. In brief, as Nicole's already written about them, they are: Microcentro (the commercial district); San Telmo (arty and bohemian); Palermo (lots of parks and open space); Puerto Madero (previously derelict, now being redeveloped - think Docklands...or Glasgow´s GEAR project as Mr Bee would say); La Boca (very colourful, but pretty scummy away from the main streets) and Recoleta (most famous for its cemetary). Anyone who´s anyone in Argentine history and politics is buried here. And as well as that, they also have a road named after them in every single Argentinian town, which means the road names are identical, in every single Argentian town. Sarmiento, Roca, San Martin, Yrigoyen...they´re the British version of Station or London Road - you find them in every town.

And seeing as we've had no picture of it yet, this is La Boca:



We took a day trip up the coast from there to Tigre, which caters for Buenos Aires´yacht owners and yacht oglers (though very few yacht rockers). To get there we took what I think was our first train of this trip (yes I´ve kept a list of all the different types of transport and yes I am that sad) and throughout the whole journey (and back) various people would walk up and down each carriage selling pretty much anything - in no particular order: scissors, plastic yellow tablecloths, socks, chewing gum, sheets of stickers, flashing lighters, hairbands and phonecards were all on display Del Boy style. Furthermore, for every single item there was at least one buyer in our carriage alone, which goes to prove that you can pretty much sell anything to people, regardless of whether they need it or not.



Be careful what you eat, and try not to drink the tap water. Two guidelines that most Brits would try to follow when travelling abroad. The tap water is apparently drinkable in Argentina, but we´ve still been drinking plenty of it bottled. Our lunch most days has been bread rolls filled with either packets of meat or chees. Usually you´d expect those two foods to come in seperate packets, for obvious reasons, but not so on one occasion:



The meat-in-cheese was bettered only by what we found in one of our ever-so-safe bottles of water - some sort of insect curled up dead at the bottom:



Suffice to say, I ate all the cheese, but we decided to leave the rest of water.

Argentina is divided up into numerous provinces. These provinces each have teir own police forces which like to stop vehicles at various checkpoints within their province. In the north our coach was stopped and searched for any trace of drugs coming over the border from Brazil or Paraguay. In the south, I think they just do it to fill their day. On one journey, in the space of 24 hours, our coach was stopped at four times, three of which were by the same provincial police force. Fair enough if it was going to be a quick five minute stop like they managed up north, but when it takes half an hour each time to write down the details of all passengers on board, it starts to get a bit tedious.



We spent a few days in El Calafate to see firstly the Perito Moreno Glacier and secondly the fantastically named Mount Fitz Roy. The glacier is huge, and for those of you who were't listening in Mr McKay's geography lessons, it's one of the only advancing glaciers in the world, meaning that huge chunks of ice fall from the front as you're standing there watching.



Mount Fitz Roy (or Cerro Chaltén) meanwhile is the highest peak in this section of the Andes, so we spent a day climbing it (or at least just hiking nearby). This is as near as we got:



And now for the Attenborough bit (David not Richard). We've seen so much wildlife here we could probably have made our own episode of Planet Earth. Penguins, whales, seals, sea lions, porpoises, guanacos, coatis, monkeys, rheas, cormorants, vultures, woodpeckers, too many gulls, loads of butterflies, a thousand horses, a million cows, a billion sheep...and an armadillo. About two thirds of the way down the country, on the Atlantic Coast, is a national park called Peninsula Valdes and this is where we saw the vast majority of what's listed above. It was our first missed bus of the trip that originally meant we couldn't actually get to the peninsular, but this turned out to be a blessing as it mant we had to hire a car (it was a Chevy '99, how bizarre). That way we could get to see as much of it as we liked.

The Southern Right Whale comes down to the warm waters of the bays either side of the peninsula to breed and give birth. They weren't in a particularly playful mood, so unfortunately I wasn't able to get that iconic Patagonian postcard shot of their tail fin before they go back under, but they swam close enough to the boat (and the coast) nonetheless. Excuse the uneven horizon, the boat was moving somewhat.




As for the penguins, we've now visited three colonies while we've been here, so I'm all penguined out. The biggest of colony is in Punta Tombo, it's the largest nesting ground of Magellanic Penguins on the continent. There were penguins...everywhere, I kid you not. As far as my little eyes could see, half a million of them. And only one of them tried to attack me.




The only breeding colony of Southern Elephant Seals in South America is on the peninsula...



...while Punta Loma is home to a sea lion rookery.



The porpoises meanwhile (Nicole assures me that's what they were) we spotted all the way down south, when we were crossing the Magellan Strait to Tierra Del Fuego.



For those couple of hours we were in Chile, before we passed back into Argentina again on our route to Ushuaia and the end of the worls, which is where I'm writing this from. It's nowhere near as cold as I expected it to be, even up on the mountains in the snow, but then again, it's nowhere near anything really.



Foz do Iguaçu to Ushuaia via Puerto Iguazú, Buenos Aires, Puerto Madryn, Puerto Pirámides, Punta Tombo, Rio Gallegos, El Calafate and El Chaltén - 3962 miles

Beefed Up

This was written a week ago so sorry that its a little out of date!

28/09/2008

Buenos Aires is a buzzing, lively city apart from on a wet Sunday afternoon like today. Similarly to Puerto Iguazu most places are shut on a Sunday, that includes lots of bars and restaurants which proves havock when you are wandering around in the pouring rain trying to find somewhere to have a beer in.

After 20 minutes or more of walking we´ve finally found our place but the Boca Juniors have not been playing as well as they were on Tuesday when we went to see them play. (The score currently stands at 3-1 as I write with 15 mins to go - the mood in this cafe bar has changed somehwat since Boca Juniors went 1-0 up!)



Our visit to La Bombonera stadium home of Maradona´s club Boca Juniors cost just 3 quid 60 and we were rewarded with 4 home goals, 2 at our end and a great atmosphere. As well as being able to say I have watched lads hurdle barbed wire fencing on a mission to put up their giant team banners at a football match, I was also a proud spectator of a woman changing her child´s nappy in the stands. If you see this happening to Jack Wilshere at the Emirates do let me know.

If you ever come to Buenos Aires, here´s a tip when crossing the roads: the green man (well white man in this case) does not mean it is safe to cross, it means cross the road as if you were crossing somewhere other than a predestrian crossing because the cars are just gonna keep on coming!! This is more for when they come round a corner than when they are straight on but beware. Although crossing the road is a couple hassle here and more often a pain in the arse there is a complete sense of achievement when you make it across a whole 11 lane road without stopping.

Talking of achievement, no I didn´t eat a hamburger without throwing up - have stayed well clear of them - Fitz and I do now have offical recognision of one of our achievements in Buenos Aires.

Oh yes we have learn to Tango in the city where it was born and have certifcates to prove it.

Although the funny thing is we weren´t expecting the tango lesson! We arrived at the venue of our tango show and thought for our 30 quid we got the show, transfers, dinner and drinks. We were lead into a room whch I thought was going to be a bar area (wishful thinking) but no, it was a dance studio! We were the first to arrive and told not too look so scared! Ha ha. It was actually really enjoyable and we look forward to appearing on next year´s series of Strictly Come Dancing ( can´t believe I am missing that show I love it!)

Photo - tango show

Armed with a list of things to see and do in Buenos Aires, we have been kept rather busy but in a relaxed kinda way. Everyday has involved quite a lot of walking / strolling which tires your legs out - well mine are pretty tired.

Highlights have in included partcipating in the Buenos Aires cafe culture by sitting in a square in San Telmo having drinks and chilling reading the paper. San Telmo with its cobbled streets is a bohemian part of the city, full of second hand and antique shops. When we sat in the square it was a warm sunny day, there were lots of cafes and tables and charis with people sat round the edge selling their wares, there were plenty of pigeons and people dancing the tango, as I write this is makes me think this was quite picturesque!



San Telmo differs completely to Recoleta, the more upmarket part of Buenos Aires and is where you will find "Cementerio de la Recoleta" which is a must see. This cementry is where the Argentine elite rest, families pay fortunes to have extravgent tombs here which are pretty impressive.




Evita rests where which is still to some wealthy Argentines digust as she did not come from a rich family. But give the gril a break, her embalmed boday has been to South America, Milan, Madrid and back before resting in Recoleta, worthy of a Kit Kat if you ask me.



Talking of Cats there are loads of them in the cemetary




Although we have seen loads of stray dogs in Argentina, it is clear we are amongst a nation dog-lovers - so watch where you step!! Especially in the trendy Palmero area which as well as having a good choice of shops, there are lots of parks and gardens to escape from the traffic in.

Food wise we certainly have not been going hungry! True to form the Argentines have served us up giant slabs of steak to get our teeth into. Their portions here are massive, I´m sure I have put on about a stone! We went to a recommended restaurant for dinner the other night with Chris and Delphine (who Fitz knows from home and were on holiday in Argentina, nice to see some friendly faces!), where we had the most suculent steak ever with chips for about 7 pounds, what a bargin.



If you´re a veggie there are options for you but I think it would be a missed oportunity as there is just meat meat meat here and its soooo good.



Before we left Buenos Aires we visted the area of Boca with its colourful buildings and we tried Mate which is Argentina's equvilent to Britain´s nice cup of tea (oh how I would love a cup of tea right now!)



We´re now in Puerto Madyrn in Patagonia about to leave here to go further south but I think I need to leave what we´ve been up to here for my next installement! Its very exciting but you´ll have to waiting.

Putting this up now with no photos because of time restraints etc. but the should follow shortly!

Nicole