Tourists have long felt the pull of Argentina’s stunning landscapes, vibrant culture and sumptuous gastronomy. However, as demand soars for a low cost tummy tuck or affordable fertility treatment, a new attraction is drawing scores of international visitors to the country: the surgeon’s knife. Reports show that the number of patients from the US flying to Argentina for medical procedures has increased by 75% in the last 12 months.

As Nietzsche knew, “education decreases daily because of the raising haste.” Maya Frost also asked herself how to get her four daughters out of the US’ schooling system and within one month they decided to sell all their belongings and move abroad.

Leading British news website for the voluntary sector, Charity Finance, has revealed that the numbers of people travelling across the globe to be volunteers has rocketed in recent years. Catherine Raynor, media manager of international charity VSO, says that “the climate of redundancies is drawing in more people”.

An epic journey. A man travels the length of Latin America in a Volkswagen Beetle in search of adventure, culture and self-discovery. Tom Dieusaert, a 41-year-old journalist from Belgium, has written a book, ‘Diarios del Vocho’, about the epic journey that took him from Mexico to Argentina, through 13 countries. He ended his trip in 2004 in Buenos Aires, and has lived her ever since.

Eco-logy. Homer or Plato already used these two words, eco: oikos which means home and logos which means science though possibly they never ever put them together in those times: trash was not a concern, though yes they were extremely hygienic, and in a way…delicate. But these two Greek words were possibly put down together [...]

We’ve all been there. First time away from home, sporting a nice tan from weeks of idling on foreign shores; possibly even a coconut shell earring or a tattoo if you’re really brave; long tousled locks held back by a hairband (if you’re a boy) or the bedhead look (if you’re a girl), aviators, baggy [...]

Hugh MacDermott enters the saloon bar, commanding attention as his spurred boots clink along the wooden floor. He straddles a barstool, ordering two glasses of bourbon in husky Clint Eastwood tones. The slam of tumbler on bar announces that the first has vanished down his throat.

A doorman beckons you in through towering glass doors. Upon entering, the scene opens out on to a hallucinogenic 80-metre long hallway draped in gold curtains. As you step on to the blood-red carpet underfoot, you become aware of a soundtrack playing in the background.