Yet another night bus took us from Bariloche to Puerto Madryn, the Welsh settlement on the Atlantic coast of Patagonian Argentina.  In the first example of pre-planning on this entire trip, we actually booked a hostel ahead of time.  Not only that, but it was a...

My time in Mendoza ended after I finally got around to the famed winery bicycle tour.  Of course, for various reasons, Robby and I were very nearly out of cash by the time we got out to Mr. Hugo's Wine Tours that we were only able to actually tour one of the...

From Cordoba, our group boarded a small bus for the hour-plus ride out to Cosquin. Normally, there wouldn't be much call for going to the small town, but we just so happened to be there during the Festival Nacional de Folklore, the nation's annual traditional music...

Friday morning, we woke up late (after yet another excellent desert bonfire party in San Pedro) and had to rush to catch our all-day bus to Salta.  Some of our group went ahead to catch the bus, and some were lagging behind getting their belongings together.  I was...

We arrived in Potosí early in the morning after a long, but surprisingly comfortable night bus. We found the hotel where one of our friends had checked in the previous day and met up with him to book our tour of the infamous Potosí mine. For centuries, Potosí was...