July 22, 2021 Marc

The national identity card (DNI) is a component of Argentine DNA from cradle to grave in a similar way that a Brit feels to sailing the seven seas or strolling to the pub at opening time. Renewing, or at least trying to renew the ID card. The national identity card…

July 22, 2021 Marc

This appears to be what our neighbours are doing, but let me explain. A few years ago they replaced the traditional Spanish style roof tiles with black corrugated aluminium sheeting which was not only ugly but apparently leaked even more than the tiles and so they decided to take drastic…

July 21, 2021 Marc

Whether gel or lead acid, you’d be lucky to get more than two years use from them, but I’m trying with a new gel. Like everyone, I try to squeeze as much life out of my purchases as I can, especially here in Argentina, but no matter how much TLC…

July 20, 2021 Marc 1Comment

  I know we’ve all been there and done that, but picture the scene… Dozens of passengers, dazed, sweaty and with eyes propped open with match sticks, shuffle en masse a la Walking Dead, in the general direction of SALIDA. The procession comes to a grinding halt at immigration, where…

July 20, 2021 Marc

From June 2014 – a customs odyssey So a mate of mine in Texas posts me a pair of sunglasses as a gift in January and a few days later he asks me if they’ve arrived yet. That was the funny part. Having almost given up on them by March,…

July 20, 2021 Marc

I’ve published two books in the last few years. One is an account of how I sailed a small boat from the Wales to Spain and the other is a political thriller set in Argentina.

July 20, 2021 Marc

  I’ve been at this courier work for about three years now, but it’s only since last year that things have really picked up – so much so that there’s rarely a day when I’m not on the bike. The furthest so far has been La Plata and back, which…

July 18, 2021 Marc

January 2015   Dear Cristina Do you remember that glorious and heady day back in December 2007? Well I do and I can’t forget how we watched you receive that stick from your husband as we sipped our Quilmes glued to the tiny TV screen in that little beach bar…