Amigos in Argentina

Thanks to more Delta mayhem, Len and Eva made it to Buenos Aires but missed Ireland's Grand Slam keeper-upper against Scotland. Despite this setback, we quickly assembled the portable gym and got working on the guns. Having seen our (dingy) hostel, we accepted the invitation to stay at their fancy boutique hotel in trendy Palermo. The 4 days in BA mainly revolved around vino and steak, although we did manage to squeeze in some sightseeing, Evita-singing, tango-dancing and futbol-watching. Riquelme is officially the laziest human on the planet!

While Len and Eve scooted off to Iguazu Falls, we headed for Uruguay, to re-rendezvous in Punta del Diablo, near the Brazilian border. Punta is a nightmare to get to, but very much worth the trip. We had booked a house over the phone with the rock-solid information "meet a man on a yellow motorbike when you arrive". Turns out we had hit the jackpot - As they'd say in Limerick... "Pool'n'allnit bud". We had a tranquilo week soaking up the sunshine and celebrating the GRAND SLAM in style.

A few fond memories... "Jaysus lads, I think I'm going to be sick."
"Aherlow 1-1 Nenagh no score. Aherlow have history med. Jaysus, there'll be a big night in the Glen".
Shopping is most appropriately deposited at the front door.

Thanks for coming to meet us halfway down South America. We had a great holiday from our holiday. Jaysus lads, this travelling lark isn't so bad.