Bariloche is in the SW of Argentina. They call it the Switzerland of South America, everyone flocks here to ski in the winter, summer it is just a party town and a long time ago someone made chocolate here (they have a factory here that does NOT give out samples if you take the tour, FYI) so now on practiaclly every corner is a chocolatier (YUM). The first hostel which I picked was....ummm NO. So we /Ester and I) went to Hostel 1004. GREAT VIEWS.
Next day we decide to go for a hike but as we are on the bus it begins to downpour so we opt to go to Llau Llau, the "Ritz"of Bariloche. They actually were not letting the "common folk" in the door becasue most of the ppl on our bus had the same idea, but of course if you act like you belong... we strode right in to have a very expensive cup of coffee. Ester said she did not feel comfortable, I was already checking out prices to stay. Mind you it was not a Hostal but it would have done the job ;).
Next day, Ester and I are meeting up with Belle, another girl we met on the famous "Ruta 40" bus. She was actaully staying in the Hostal I picked but soon switched to 1004. Bariloche is also known for its bars so we WERE going to go out and paint the town and wouldn´t you know it the best bar in town is an....Irish bar. One in everytown. To your left are some of those nice Irish boys serving us beers. It started off great then around 2AM it was full of high school kids on summer break and I do mean HS kids partying it up. We tried like hell to find a bar for (cough um, cough) older people but the only one began to get hopping around 4AM. I am too old for this crap. So off to bed which was fine with the group. Next day was nice so we did get that hike in. Couldn´t see much as it was in a bamboo forest but it was a great walk.
Ester for a full 3 days said she wanted to go horseback riding and got the job done. We went on an amazing ride . My horse was always last...this will not due as I spurred him on into a small gallop passing the other ladies and holding on for dear life and thinking what am I doing. WHOA.
For lunch our guide pulls out of his satchel a piece of meat the size of RI, carne you aint kiddin. He makes a fire and we eat it like we haven´t eaten for days. Then of course Siesta. After an hour or so...I am walking to see if anyone else is up and about. Belle is fast asleep and then I hear from a talking bush..."I am done with this siesta...lets go (again say in a Dutch accent)". Seriously I think Ester is a New Yorker. On the way back I am trying to think of any "western" songs I know which are few so we opt for Christmas carols (X mas is a few days away).
Becasue it was close to Christmas the hostal is just full of ppl from all over and a great vibe. Everyone is just hanging out. There are bottles of wine and stories to be shared. Which is what we did most nights. Wonderful. Next day we part (sob)Belle is off to Mendoza, Ester off to Buenos Aires, I am off to Chile.
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