The speed of things

Walking home from the train station I noticed how fast everyone was walking - way faster than me and I always thought I moved quickly. ┬áThen I remembered being somewhere where people did the opposite, walked really slowly, so slowly that I had to slow myself down to fit in and not feel like I was rudely rushing through the city. I thought - where was that? Then I remembered - Rio de Janeiro, specifically. ┬áSouth America in general. No-one rushes in South American cities, it's a totally different feel to New York, London or…

Adios Buenos Aires

For the first time in ages, I stayed in the same place for more than a week - over two weeks in Buenos Aires to be precise. It was a busy two weeks as I have been through the humbling process of learning a new language. I literally could not speak a word of Spanish when I started, and I'm not much better after two weeks but have definitely improved! Another two weeks in school would make a huge difference but alas, no time for this formal education stuff. More dossing awaits! The school was…

The scariest thing of all

After coming all this way and doing some nerve-wracking things like driving over the Sydney Harbour bridge or round the side of cliffs in New Zealand, or scuba diving in the pacific, the thing that scares me the most is getting into a foreign taxi or bus, especially when it's on the other side of the road. Jesus, my nerves! I ask the universe to protect me. Am having a nice glass of Argentinian Malbec to calm down. Might need two. As the taxi driver said - welcome to Argentina!!