Buenos Aires Madness

In contrast to popular belief I have managed to get in and out of Buenos Aires relatively intact although it has to be said that lack of sleep and a slight hangover did sadly follow me on my exit. The place was crazy cool and best described as a good blend of culture, archetechture, buetiful people (I mean really beutiful, in every way), crazy city life, steak (oh so good), red wine, coffee and an amasing night life. Any way, as describing a place is a poor cousin to visiting it I will just say you should definetely come and check it out, I gaurantee you will have a top notch time.
After successfully surviving Buenos Aires on what I now know to be the language skills of a under achieving baboon I headed off with a group of people I meet during my stay to a small cobbled street town in Uruguay. Here I discovered the most dangerous combination know to man. Liam + Scooter + Driving on wrong side of the road = probable death. Through the cunning deployment of a well written OHS plan I managed to again, cheat death and exit in tact. But not before I found the old Bull Fighting stadium. Sadly there were no Bulls so we had to improvise and use an Irishmen instead. While in Colonia I also had the pleasure of being followed by the worlds most un-sutle thief. But I proudly managed to loose the gorilla look-a-like by sneakily back tracking and watching him try to find me then slipping around a back street and away, ah ha, victory. From Colonia I have managed to make my way through Uruguay as an Irish Citizen (not sure how it happened but border control in these countries is a bit on the relaxed side of life) up to where Brasil, Argentina and Paraguay meet. This is home to the Iguazu falls which is where I am witting to you from now. I will fill you in on the antics at the falls after I have finished my exploration of the area. Until in the next installment, peace out from SA.