Buenos Aires, that big big dirty loud partying city is 6,000 miles on the other side of the world again.. I have returned home and feel like it was all a dream.
I will probably never get there again… but it is great to have pictures to prove that I was there. I cut my trip short 2 days to avoid that “F” word again – Freakout Time. I discovered I am not a solo adventurer, no matter how many Lonely Planet books I read. When I was alone in BA, I felt as though I had somehow died. It was awfully weird.
How do people do it?
If there is a next time, I bring my friends to keep me company after work is done.. that’s good insurance against going crazy.