there, for the princely sum of £1.50. It has to be said though that we seem to have a knack of picking the oldest, most beat-up taxis and this one was no exception!! It’s times like this you really have to wonder how these old rust buckets keep running, when the cars we have at home which are much newer need constant expensive repairs like every car Hel has ever owned!! You do question whether there’s some kind of conspiracy between car manufacturers and mechanics!! Anyway, enough rambling, we arrived at our hotel at this point armed with almost no Spanish to find a receptionist who spoke almost no English, and charged us a third more than the internet had promised. After much confusion on both sides it turned out that the hotel agency we booked with hadn’t updated their prices. Still it wasn’t a bad deal really and the room was ok enough.

At this point we were hungry, but unfortunately

it was only around 7.30pm, and in Argentina, like we remember in Spain, people don’t go out to eat until at least 9pm, usually later. So after a quick fruitless search for somewhere open, we got the phrasebook out and asked where there was anywhere open to eat. Without delay the hotel staff called a taxi for us and we were headed into town to a pizza place which came highly recommended. Can’t say we agreed with the recommendation really, our veggie pizza had quite a thin crust with about an inch of really oily spinach on top!! Yuk! The wine that accompanied it made up for it though. It has to be said, and I’m sure it will be many times before you read our last diary from Argentina, that this country has fantastic wine!! We walked back to our hotel with big dark clouds looming behind us. We just about missed getting soaked, but later on there was an enormous thunderstorm which literally shook the walls of our room!!