We are the little people, the grand adventure, and home sweet home

Who knows when our feet will travel these majestic roads of South America? Hang on a minute, let's just take of the rose coloured glasses before we get carried away... The roads are anything but majestic, and altought they are laden with pot holes, dirty and dusty roads, dodgy dodgy buses and the odd street vendor make the experience Brilliant as brilliant can be.

Firstly wandering the roads of the andies, we discovered natural beuaty of dreams (wanky)with a rich tapestry of cultures (even more so) often stubborningly surviving the columbian inlfux. The blister inducing ten hour hikes of patagonia produced the panoramic landscapes that are today cheesified in motivational posters adoring office walls. Finally, I'm suprised Argentina and Chile have not become a 7th and 8th state. Ice cold beer, massive massive steaks, fun loving locals, architecture of th 19th century, and a party seen that only get's going at 2am, every aussie, rich or poor, priness or pov, conservative or socialist will find something in these magnificient countries.

Call me whinger, call me selfish, but three and half months over these astounding five countries did not enable the following journeys
- Bariloche (and blue lake kyaking) - Oops, booked the wrong flight
- Nazca Plains
- Benard o'higgins parque nacional
- Tierra del fuego
- Antartica
- Jungles of boliva
- Iguazu falls
- Atacama desert
- Salt flats of boliva

Highlights
- Chinese Hong Kong
- The people of Eijsden
- The alhambra and Granada
- Galapagas Islands
- Inca trail (touristy version)
- Machu Pichu
- El Chalten (Where are though Belinda Carlise)
- The brutal Torres del Paine W circuit - even costing an arm and a leg to camp
- Buenos Aires - Continuing the theme of sounding wanky - Shoutouts to Blue and Ryan
- Every creature great and small that venture to close to the local butcher, and ended up on the plate

An awesome trip should not end, let alone with a 26 hour stop at the truly forgetable and magnificently expensive Tahiti. Shacked up at $40 per person per night hostel (cheapest in town) in an 10 bed room with no sheets is truly John Elliot. Perhaps the single worst museum of world is the papeete Gauguin museum. His art work is so precious not only are there no security guards, but no protection from the elements, and the unlikely event a thief would actually want one. Maybe I was in a bad mood, maybe it was his fourth rate sketches with a bic biro, but to me, Gauguin was a bit of a prat. Vital statistics.... No sitinglating white coral beaches, $200 in 25 hours and a seven dollar surcharge on converting Tahitian francs at the local anz.

Somehow avoiding temptation of a dirty burger (bacon double cheeseburger deluxe) at Sydney airport, we flew over a sunburnt country that seemed both familiar and foreign to an awaiting family. Special thanks to all those who could make it, Mum, Dad, Melinda, Ella, Bree, Jack and it was even good to see the fockers.

Ending the blog, I think of my suffering english teacher, Mrs Evans who tried in vain to find enthusiasm and effort in cheeky and possibly annoying (so my sister said, but who'd believe her) 14 year old Glossop High school student. I think I've turned and quite fond of Enlish!!! One can only hope that I find some initiative to continue in some format or another.

Corny last words.... I hope you have enoyed reading this as much as I have writing it"