"I´m headed back to Bs As. I do believe I have had enough"

Had enough of boozing that is... so, it makes the most sense to try and detox in one of the party capitals of the world, no?

No. Probably not.

I´ve spent the last week in the company of two fine fellows. A Geordie called Dick (who works in Peru) and a chap from the west country called Mike (whose name can be seen on the credits of such films as Harry Potter 5, Alien vs Predator and another few films whose names I will probably only rememebr when drunk) . Much fun has been had in and around the cities of Mendoza and Cordoba. This has included a paraglide flight (I can see why my esteemed amigo, Tom Moreton, is so hooked), a wine tour on bikes (they don´t mix too well... or too well perhaps), and, well, a lot of hangovers and as many hairs of dogs that bit me (in my head I think).

You see, those two drink like bloody monsters. To explain their approach to the booze i think its suffice to say that three of us met as we were getting som breakfast at about 10.30am - Mike and Dick both ended up having a fat steak and a bottle of fine wine. Oh, and a couple of cups of coffee...with cognac.

I´ve been fairly reserved with my imbibing and am pleased with my ability to say ´No´to a morning cerveza or a mid afternoon 5 litre bottle of vino. However, despite this the past week has been a drunken blur my liver is threatening to walk out on me. Therefore, I´m glugging down a litre of naranja and boarding a bus back to the fine city where all this fun began.

I´ll get things upto speed on this hear blog asap.