And so the adventure of my life continues. The next six weeks will be explaining the good and horrible parts of my travels as the South American Struggler.

Currently on my way to Santiago, Chile with a cheeky stop in New Zealand to start my trip in Lima, Peru.

So far what I have encountered is that I stand no chance of communicating unless I learn my Spanish lonely planet phrase book back to front. None of the in flight entertainment or even captain makes announcements in English. I’ve also learnt that according to a flight attendant I look under the age of fifteen as that is the age requirement to sit in an emergency exit row next to the crapper (have to take the good with the bad I guess). Apparently I look like a major threat to national security in Australia and New Zealand having been through ‘random’ searches at both security check points. I guess they aren’t as racist as everyone thinks.

If it’s anything like the Backpacking Battlers adventure, it’s going to get real interesting real quickly. If you’re in for reading a story from the perspective of a fairly sheltered kid and having a giggle, continue to check this space every few days