So I’ve made it to South America. Can’t say I wasn’t nervous before, I mean, I almost had a panic attack as I had no idea what I’m doing. I mean, what is a good young boy from Australia like me doing going to South America for 9 months even doing? I barely slept that night before I left.

The plane ride over was good. Sat in the front economy row, so had all the leg room and has a Peruvian and Argentinian next to me, so got some advice on things to do. Getting to the hostel from the airport was interesting, navigating buses and currencies in a foreign language is always fun. But finally I got to the hostel, and it was great. Lots of people there being very social, immediately going to a bar to watch the world cup. A better introduction I couldn’t have asked for. That night we had a drink to send someone off and I started to settle down a bit.

The rest of the week was great. Became friendly with a Dutch guy and a Czech girl who were staying there the whole time I was and went out to see parts of the city and drink at night. Despite routinely being the youngest, no one seems to guess so, so I guess I’m doing something right. It was a great week there, I even went back to watch the world cup final with them, and everyone was glued to the TV. I hope to see some of them again.

As I’m writing this, I’m sitting on a beach in patagonia, surrounded by mountains about to start trekking tomorrow. I’m very thankful there’s a 25 year old Swiss guy here close to my age, but so far the people seem good. It’s spectacular here, living up to every expectation for beauty. I can’t believe I’m here, kicking my self like I’m in a dream.

At this rate, it’ll be a great trip, and I’m very happy I was panicing for nothing.