"It's called the death road." My students said, when I told them where we'd been at the weekend and how we'd got there. Route 14 to Entre Rios (literally Between rivers), the province to the north of BA and next to Uruguay.

Silke had invited us to spend the weekend at her mum's house in the town of Urdinarrain (close to Gualayguaychú... try saying that when drunk). Her husband, Mariano, drove us there on Saturday morning and we left BA in cloud which cleared to a classic Argentine big sky. It really does feel that the sky is somehow higher here...

We spent a very relaxing weekend eating, chatting, wandering around taking photos, getting sunburned. There's a train station that is right out of 'The Railway Children'. Okay, a long way out but it was built, like all of the original railway, by the British and wouldn't be too out of place on the Settle to Carlisle line.

On Saturday night there was a storm so Silke and Mariano spent a while trying to capture one of the hundreds of lightning strikes (photographically before anyone has too many improbable images of people chasing after errant bolts).

Sunday wasn't so good, weather wise, so we did the (apparently, according to our students) traditional thing of sleeping late and lazily eating and chatting before coming back.

The road there and back has a bad reputation, even though it's straight, it's single carriageway and has a lot of dips big enough to hide a car in. There are lots of accidents there but I didn't get scared until we were on the 8 lane/10 lane (8 painted, 10 of cars) highway into Buenos Aires....  ¶ 8:12 PM