Murray plus Turkey = Mur-key

Conor, welcome to the blogging dark side!

We have made it back onto delightful Argentinian soil (great food, lots of eye candy for either sex and puppies.) Already, we have been mocked by bus ticket sellers. Curse you Flechabus! When purchasing said ticket, I said 'Oh, no tengo mi pasaporte'. Both guys behind the counter theatrically gasped and said ´Nooooooo!´. Previous to that, I was accosted by a coca chewing Chilean who had a puppy. He implied that I was cuter than the puppy (which simply wasn´t true!).

I forgot to mention in the blog previous, in deference to a certain Ms A. Bole that on an overcast day in Lima, we dawdled into a piercing / tattoo parlour simply to 'price' things and ended up not leaving for three hours. I got my nose pierced and Aoife got a really cool tattoo on her ankle. The buzzing of a tattoo needle is a sound that shall inevitably be replicated in my nightmares.

We had some interesting times on our three epic bus journeys from Lima to Salta. One bus had a scrolling sign which informed us repeatedly that the navigational system didn´t work. Another said ´Timeout!´ for twelve hours. We got to see the amazing movies of ´Before the Sunset´ and 'Under Siege'. Mike has been trying to tell me about a golden age when Steven Seagal was popular and slicked back hair was in. As far as I´m concerned, woolly mammoths were probably still walking the earth.