Colonia, Uruguay. 30/10/08.

Wait "up"! I almost forgot an entire country. Among the most debonair of my chums is Robert, who flies to BA on a whim (and back on a 747 ha ha ha etc). We spend a few days on the brink of nausea due to grotesquely immoderate beef consumption, and then catch a ferry to Colonia.

Neither of us are known for our long-term strategic planning, and we both opt to travel with only a cotton shirt each to stave off death by exposure. It's hot here, so, by extension, it must be hot everywhere else, no? Wouldn't you just know it! Colonia after 6pm is utterly freezing. We are idiots. Say Lar Vee!

Devil-may-care man-about-town Andrew joins us back in BA and we eat even more meat. Robert and I gawp like oafs at Andrew's tales of eating 7 steaks in 5 days. Naz and Drew - you are kings amongst men. Drew - see you in Chilly...