Tandil is only 5 ours away from Buenos Aires, by bus of course.  Almost everyone in Argentina travels by bus.  The only people that fly are the wealthy and the tourists.  As I am clearly not the first and try not to be the second, I use the bus.

South American buses are not of the same ilk as Greyhounds or the Lucky Star buses that so many Yankees know so well.  They’re surprisingly comfortable and a great deal if you get an overnight bus.  ”Liar!” you might say, “a bus is still a bus.”  The empirical evidence supports my claim, and these buses really are just like first class on a flight, only with worse food.  They even have open bar if you take a long trip.  Some may say drinking and riding in very large vehicles don’t mix.  I say if it worked in college, it works in Argentina.

I’m keeping these short, in the hopes that I’ll post more often, but chances are you’ll never really need to know more about Tandil than it’s distance from BsAs.  And that they have the most amazing cheese and salamis in the entire country.  Marissa and I split a pile of meat and cheese the size of Nerf football at one of the coolest restaurants in the world- epocadequesos.com