I spent a good two months living and travelling around the country, learning spanish, dancing, partying and getting into nature. Honestly I felt like I didn't even scratch the surface. I didn't even get out to Mendoza the wine growing region famous for its Malbec red wine. Seriously what was I thinking.
The flight to the end of the world was smooth until landing. I don't know if it had anything to do with how far south we were but I have never experienced the plane rumble, bounce and shake so much. Add to this the gasps, screams and worried noises from the cabin and you have one scary experience. Nonetheless I arrived, I felt a good vibe about Ushuaia, Fin del Mundo (the end of the world).
Had our brains really been severely affected by the copious amounts of alcohol we had consumed in Argentina? Or was it simply just the all night parties that Buenos Aires had severed up to us? Perhaps we had we just become lazy and unable to work to a schedule of time since we were now ‘travellers’ with no routine and no order to life.