Having spent a decade slaving in the corporate rat-race in my native Manchester, England, I one day decided to quit my job and hit the road. Over the next 20 months I would visit every country in Latin America apart from Venezuela, bungee-jumping in Costa Rica, watching the original WWE in Mexico City, trekking the Inca Trail to Machu Picchu, partying until dawn in Buenos Aires and trying to piece together what on earth happened the night before during the Carnaval in Rio de Janiero.
