Everywhere.

As in Spain, graffiti is all around you in Buenos Aires. Much of it colourful and vibrant and seemingly embraced.

My experience of graffiti is somewhat more primitive and involves flashbacks to my schooldays and unrealistic pictures of penises and vaginas accompanied by pleas for Amy to meet the undersigned on Saturday night at 8.30. In the male toilets. Modern day Shakespeare you might say.


Been in BA a week and still loving it. Lovely way to kick off my career break. Oh sorry did I not tell you? I've taken 17 months off work in Sydney to return to Europe.