I left Montevideo in the early morning. The flat sheen of water was pale blue beneath the smog of the city. The bay was peppered with...

From Colonia, I travelled on to the capital Montevideo. I arrived at Tres Cruces terminal as the sun was setting. The buildings were...

Sitting in a quiet ice cream parlour on the outskirts of Buenos Aires in the growing dark, with no internet access, imperfect Spanish and...

It muggy and my t-shirt clings to me as I pedal my bicycle around London. Shards of dust gather and sting in my eyes. I can only imagine...