If I’ve only learned one thing during this adventure, it’s that planning is futile down here. For someone who loves a good itinerary, I’ve had to quickly learn that the best way to fly down here is by the seat of one’s pants.
Example: Two weeks ago, when I left Ecuador, I was supposed to go to Peru for two weeks. That plan fell through and I ended up in Colombia–two weeks earlier than expected. I spent a week in Bogotá, scrambling to re-arrange the photo shoots for Peru or Colombia or even Venezuela…I was trying to find somewhere…anywhere…to be hosted as plan after plan fell through.
So where am I now? Argentina.
Just before I headed into the Colombian Llanos, it was clear that everything was unclear and that the entire month of December was up in the air. I sent an email to a friend and colleague in Bariloche begging for work and place to stay for the last 3 weeks of my South American adventure. He said yes, and I booked a plane ticket.
After traveling through Buenos Aires with the cast and crew of The Amazing Race‘s 20th season and a 20 hour bus ride (because the airport in Bariloche is closed), I have finally arrived in the beautiful city of San Carlos de Bariloche, located in northern Patagonia.
Seeing the faces of my friends and the beautiful landscape here, I am grateful that my plans were diverted. It seems like that was the plan all along.