Eloïse arrived in Argentina 6 months ago on a WHV

My name is Eloise, and I’m 27 years old.

I started my working holiday in Argentina in September 2023. I chose Argentina because it’s a Spanish speaking country. I really wanted to be able to understand and have conversations in Spanish. I also wanted to visit everywhere in the country. I’ve dreamed of seeing Ushuaia since I was little.

I settled in Buenos Aires for three months. I was able to discover daily life in Argentina, integrate myself, build a routine, make friends, find activities, work, go out, play sports, discover the culture and the food. Once I became more comfortable with the language and customs, I travelled to other corners. Over two months, I traversed Argentina from north to south. I also took the opportunity to make a stop in neighbouring Brazil. Then, I returned to Buenos Aires to continue work and pick back up my “normal life” there.

Other than my Spanish skills, my WHV has brought me confidence in myself. Whatever happens during travel, things always work themselves out. No choice is “bad”; what counts is that you just make one.

My WHV isn’t over yet, but so far my best memory is my treks in Patagonia, especially in El Chalten.

Whether you prepare everything in advance or bit by bit as you go, don’t limit yourself. Do exactly what you want to do, even if an idea wasn’t a part of your original plan.

End my WHV by working and travelling a bit. I have to return to France in a few months. I think that my head will stay in Argentina for a bit longer though. Once I spend some time with my family, I think that I’ll prepare for my next destination (WHV or otherwise).

After driving 45 km to get to an altitude of 4500 metres, we marvelled at the Serranía de Hornocal, the mountain with 14 colours. We were in the north of Argentina, in the region of Jujuy on the way to the Salta North Loop. All suffering from dizziness, we had to stuff ourselves with coca leaves to combat the effects of altitude sickness. Once we reached the parking lot, there was a remaining 300 metres before we could see the mountain. At this altitude, even a short walk like this was an athletic endeavour. Each step required its own breath, but the reward was absolutely worth the price! The view of the 14-coloured mountain was breathtaking. We sat down and admired it for a long time (also because we had to catch our breath). The sunset brought with it a change in light and therefore a change in the colours of the mountain too. It was magical.