Well it was a terrible start to the trip. Delayed by two days and, to my amazement,
I had nothing to do. I was completely organised. The Palmy weather obviously didn´t
want me to go. The fog around the airport refused to shift which caused me to have
a heart attack. Don´t think I´ve ever been so nervous. But I´ve made it in one
piece. Think the taxi driver ripped me off. I ended up paying twice as much as I
should of. At the time I just wanted to get to the hostel in one piece. The Milhouse
Hostel in Buenos Aires has two bars. I definatly feel at home. I quickly made friends
with an American girl and a bunch of Ozzys. I felt like I was watchin Jackass in real
life. Which supplied us with hours of laughter. I´ve got video clips; I might post them
when I get a chance. Many drinks and bars later, I rolled into bed at 6am. Was a good effort, but my brain is totally totally useless today.
