First impressions of Buenos Aires

View of Buenos Aires from my hostel

The first stop on my trip to South America was Buenos Aires, Argentina where I arrived on the 7^th of December, 2010. My first impressions of the city were far from positive despite all I had read about the city being the Paris of South America. After a full day of travelling with all my flights suffering from delays, I was exhausted and the only thing I noticed on the way to my hostel was the large amounts of trash in the streets and the insane traffic. All I kept thinking was that I couldn't wait to get out of there! Luckily that changed over the next few days as I got to know the city and in the end I was quite sad to leave.

Godt Nytår - Happy New Year - Feliz Año Nuevo

Happy New Year. I wish everyone a wonderful 2011.

I spent New Years Eve in Bariloche at the same hostel were I also spent Christmas. Everyone at the hostel contributed with a dish for the dinner and afterwards we had a party. I've added a few photos from the night to my photoalbum in Picasa.

Best wishes

- Line 

Merry Christmas - Glædelig Jul - Feliz Navidad

Rigtig glædelig jul til jer alle :) I er meget savnet....

Merry Christmas to everyone. I hope you have a wonderful christmas.

- Line

The Packing Post

As a preparation for the trip to South America I read a lot (and I really mean A LOT) of travel blogs and one thing I noticed was that almost everyone have one (or more) posts dedicated to what they have in their backpacks. So of course, I can't write this blog without including a post about all the stuff I will be lugging around for 4 months (I promise there will a post about my actual trip soon...). I'm also thinking this post will be good to have if my bag(s) are stolen and I need to tell the insurance company what I had in them...

The beginning of the trip...

The last week before my flight to Buenos Aires simply flew by. Between working and meeting up with friends and family, there wasn't much time to worry about the adventure I was about to embark on. But as I sat in the airport drinking an overpriced juice and looking out the windows on the planes about to fly out into the world, the butterflies began coming back.