One of the coolest things I ever did, was take a plane up over Buenos Aires. Patricio from Ecuador, was staying at my hostel, and taking flight lessons. We were all joking around at the hostel about how he didn't look like a pilot with his dreadlocks and stuff, and I had laughed when he'd told me about him flying around South America partying.

So one day, he's like, "Hey, you want to go fly right now?" I'm like, "Uhhh...yeah, lets go!"

Me Patricio, and this nice guy named Caesar from Brazil, flew to this Island off the coast of Argentina for the day. I went up in the plane, with my Rasta homeys, and lived to tell about it. Good times.