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The bus arrived within 5 minutes of its scheduled time and we boarded what was to be another rattle trap, but never half as bad as our introduction to Bolivia. We knew we had another whole day in the bus, but this time with border control going back into Argentina. We were dressed warmly enough, but my goodness, snow-capped mountain right there at the customs gate ensured frozen marrow in the bones. Amber realised to her utter distress that this was not going to be the sunny, tanning holiday she had been prepared for. She brought no winter clothing and so I gave her 1 warm outfit and I wore the other. The scenery on the way to Bariloche was awesome and watching the animal life along the way was quite entertaining. The hadedahs back home would be soooo jealous of their Argentinian cousins who boast the most regal gold plumage from crown to chest. Lambs waving their long, fat tails in greeting to all who care to notice. Dogs opening their eyes to slits only to remark with a canine cynicism at the passing of yet another tourist bus. A rowing boat sitting in a garden without any water in sight. And so the day rolled on by. Amber and Graeme got chatting to folk around them and gathered all sorts of useful information for our visit.
We arrived again in very cold conditions and caught a taxi to our time share spot and as the taxi kept going we realised that our spot was not a lakeside one. We arrived to a comfortable if not luxurious apartment, showered hit our beds. We decided to keep the first day very low key and simply made arrangements to just go into the town centre. Amber and I just bought warm jackets and the chocolate shops were a much frequented option. The Nahuel Huapi Lake is stunning. Aquamarine and turquoise marble through the glass clear water, which has gentle waves lapping the beaches constantly. We ended our day with coffee and hot chocolate in a lakeside cafe and watched some sort of Wiccan type ritual being performed on the little beach in view. Back home again to get ready for our day of hiking the following day. The "hike" started with a near jog down an 80 degree gravel road slope to catch the bus that would take us to the Llao Llao hotel and golf resort at the beginning of the hiking route. The walk was okay, but after 14 km of it, one's legs begin to object to mal-treatment. Glorious views all the way kept us invigorated, but my goodness, by the time we got home, Graeme had to literally drag me up that blessed 80 degree slope again. By the time we entered the apartment, by body disengaged itself and refused to cooperate with my brain for at least an hour. A good night's sleep lay ahead of us, of that we were sure.
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