Twenty-four hours on a bus can dull the senses of even probably the most scam-wary traveller. My boyfriend Joe and I were in the final month of a six-month globe trip. It had been my birthday and as a result of extraordinarily negative planning we’d just invested it on a cramped and smelly coach travelling.
We have been desperate for any hot bath and a lie-down and had booked a half respectable resort in Microcentral. We all knew the particular lodge was just a few blocks from the bus station in our weary state agreed that it had been a few blocks too many and decided to catch a cab. We had been on the tight budget, but catching a taxi was hardly a splurge for foreigners in Argentina...More