I'd remembered the yellow knickers for luck, the grapes you make a wish on and the fireworks coming from all directions but I'd forgotten the wide and long conga that filled the Plaza de Armas at midnight.
It was quite impressive to see thousands of drunken people of all nationalities bobbing round the square.
We went to Gary's bar on the corner of the Plaza (Nike is obviously de rigeur in Buenos Aires this season) first and met up with Jane and David, long standing friends of ours.
In fact we spent the whole night bumping into people from our past in Cusco, even down to our first plumber when we lived in San Blas.
We were greeted by each and every one like long lost relatives.
After midnight and still in our ludicrous leprechaun hats we went down to the square to breathe in the gunpowder and see who was letting off the most dangerous fireworks.
Not much of a competition, they all were.
With Valerio looking after Salvador at home, we took Angela back there before heading up to San Blas to see our friends at the Gypsy Pub, the welcome there was even better and we spent quite a while talking about our days in Carmen Alto in 2000.
All the time I was checking the street to see if any of the 'family' emerged from 197, but they didn't.
By the time we left it was raining and we took a taxi back to Cabracancha, where I took a look at the BBC Wiltshire Webcam to check that Swindon was still there and went to bed with high hopes for a great 2006.
This is a nice site to look at on New Years Day, Esther was fascinated by the then and now pictures.