The first time I’d really heard of Buenos Aires was after it was destroyed by a massive meteorite sent hurtling towards the earth after being knocked off course by a huge ball of plasma squeezed from the butt of a giant bug-creature many millions of miles away.
Finally blogging again, yay! My excuse is that the internet has been TERRIBLE, but really we’ve just been mega busy and also pretty lazy. I’m writing this from a hotel room in Potosi, Bolivia – the highest city in the world where it has randomly started snowing, but more on that later.
Writing this from a cosy hostel in wintertime Mendoza, Argentina, while we read about heatwaves over in the UK it’s hard to believe we’ve been on the road for 6 weeks now – it kind of feels like no time at all and ages at the same time if that makes any sense. Reassuring though that we’re this far in, have survived so far without any major incidents or arguments, and are still having an amazing time! So I wanted to take this opportunity to remember some sunnier days and write about our 8 days in Brazil, which was an incredible first step into South America.