Bariloche

We love Argentina. Mostly because on this side of the Andes it doesn't rain all day every day.

After an eternity in Chile we crossed the Andes once more to the similar landscape of Bariloche- Argentina's lake region. The bus ride in was great, as usual, and at one point we had arid desert one one side of the bus and pine-treed lake surrounding mountains on the other. We liked the view so much that we did the bus trip twice- once to get to Bariloche and the 2nd to go hiking in the small town of Villa la Angostura, which some ways back towards Chile.

Well, instead of hiking a forested peninsula we spent 4 hours walking around a pond, climbing trees and whittling wood. SM intelligently decided to climb a tree lined with sap bubbles, popping all of them on her way up and ending up with sappy hair and jungle-woman fingers.

The next day we went to a beautiful lookout point on Cerro Campanero. We took a seggiovia up and spent the next windy few hours taking billions of photos of the scenery. Ironically I have none of them to upload on my blog... yesh...

On the last night we partied with our overly nice hostel people (they were either on drugs or Argentineans are just very cool), with tonnes of pizza and good wine we stayed up till early morning, something very smart when you have to get up early the next morning to travel 3000 km.

Well, we managed. That morning our group split for the first time, with SM and Monica yearning for big cities they left us for Buenos Aires, and Charles, Nadja and I trudged on to the southern end of the world.