Carnet de Voyage
On my way down to Ushuaia (el fin del mundo) I spent a night in Buenos Aires. Exhausted from my preparations for the expedition, I was hoping to use my time in this city that I love, to disconnect from my daily responsibilities and find myself again. After being driven to the wrong airport, I missed my flight and left the cab stressed out, forgetting a very meaningful bag on the back seat. This was not a bag with anything completely necessary for the expedition, but rather my favorite, personal things, those that I identify with the most: my vintage leather jacket, the scarf my wife gave me, and the hiking boots that brought me up the seven summits. I should have known better than to want to disconnect from myself. I always seem to get what I wish for.