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.
Standing in line on the dark streets of Buenos Aires it was Monday night. We joined the queue of trendy Argentinians, hippies and ragamuffin lovers. The recommendation had spread about the percussion drum show of La Bomba de Tiempo at Konex. Consisting of around 17 drums and percussion instruments, the concert has been a raging success with locals and foreigners for the past five years. My friends and I were about to discover why!
The looks on there faces said it all. As I checked into my hostel, others were arriving back from their day at Perito Moreno Glacier. The day had been perfect. Not a cloud in the sky as far as the eye could see. A crystal clear day, beaming with sunshine. Mountainous panoramic views surrounded the cute little town of El Calafate. An exciting day lay ahead. Night fell and I swapped stories with new found friends. Outside the snow began to fall.