Last September I thought it would be a great idea to run around South America for a bit. It was.

The other day Mum mentioned that it had looked like I was back to my pre-trip weight. Double edged compliment right there. To be fair though I am not surprised I packed it on in the three weeks I was away. My diet consisted of white bread, meat, dulce de leche and cachaca. Oh and ice cream! All the dulce de leche ice cream I could find. It was glorious, man it seemed in each town or city the ice cream was better than the last.