Mortal Coil

Just a quick one to say that the temporary trauma of the flight is over (short version: never ever ever fly Iberia long haul) we were welcomed to Quilmes, a suburb of Buenos Aires, by Pierce, the groom-to-be. Driven in past slums and stray dogs to a posh barrio to a house next to a thumping nightclub. Fortunately a few beers in Quilmes at some surprisingly lively and cosmopolitan bars meant that when we got back home we fell asleep instantaneously and I literally slept through the apocalypse. Woke this morning to the clip clop of horse and cart ambling past the house. Chilling day today, maybe go into BA centre later on before catching our 16 hour bus up north to Iguazu. Hopefully post a photo or two when i next have internet access.