Our hostel in El Bolson was really lovely and in the middle of nowhere. It was such a nice atmosphere, very much a home from home. We got the low down on what there was to do and made a POA for the three days we had planned to stay. Our arrival happened to fall on a Saturday and there was a feria artesenal on so we caught the poorly put together bus into town. The market had some lovely stuff and was all handmade, which is a treat as most markets we have been too sells pretty much the same stuff on every stall. We only bought a hair thing for me and we tried some local homemade beer that James is still going on about and some empanadas that were delicious and only 40p each. In the afternoon we climbed to Cerro del Indio which is a viewing point over the Rio Azul. It was a lot further than we thought but an easy inclination and some more amazing views of the aptly named Blue River. Along the way a car with Argentinians stopped to ask us for directions, we were so native and directed them with ease! When we got to the Cerro del Indio we were suitably impressed, the Incas had carved a face out of the rock. It wasn't quite as impressive as Mount Rushmore or Crazy Horse but good nevertheless.
We made a less offensive meal tonight as last night we had stunk the whole kitchen and dining room out with our sausage and mash concoction, it was worth it though some great sausages. We were pretty tired from our walk and I had stayed up the night before to skype Danni, Sibley and Alfie after their drunken night out, it was hilarious!
The following day we were lucky enough to get a lift to our next mini trek with an Irish couple who we'd talk too in the hostel. They were lovely and were celebrating their honeymoon in Argentina and Uruguay for three weeks; it was nice to be a small part of their trip. The walk was very pleasant with a few uphill sections, as always to get the heart going and the legs burning. We had to cross some very dodgy bridges that only held one person at a time, and one at a push. We arrived at a beautiful quaint refuge where we got some more homemade beer and had lunch, whilst fending off some hungry but cute cats (not cute according to James!). The scenery continues to be stunning but I will let the pictures do the talking as I am finding myself very repetitive!