Guess who lost her bording pass before even stepping on her first flight. Yup, that was me. Nigel took it well but is now insisting on holding my passport. We did get on the flight though, but almost missed our connectionflight in frankfurt.
On the flight over to Buenos Aires we sat next to a lovely man called Claudio who lived in the french alps but had spent his childhood in Argentina. He was on his way back to visit childhood friends and taught us some handy spanish phrases i have already forgotten.