Pire Hue San Carlos de Bariloche

... en weer op haar gebruikelijke geirriteerde manier half op de grond begon te stampen, sprak een man ons aan. Hij vroeg waar we naar op zoek waren en vertelde ons dat hij naar een Food festival ging aan de andere kant van de stad en zei ´kom mee´. A fluisterde nog 'gaan we echt met een wildvreemde man mee', maar ja soms is het gevoel gewoon ok. Dus hup wij mee. Even later zaten we met verse sapjes, wijn, eten, suikerspin (niet allemaal tegelijkertijd) heerlijk op een grasveldje in ...

... low season, das Skigebiet Cerros Cathedral war geschlossen, die Schaufensterauslagen immer noch winterlich hergerichtet.

Per Mietauto unternehme ich einen Ausflug zum "schwarzen" Gletscher des Cerro Tronador, der westlich von Bariloche liegt und von Argentinien und Chile geteilt wird. Die Fahrt führt an zwei wunderschönen, tiefblauen und spiegelglatten, dicht bewaldeten Seen, dem Lago Gutierrez und dem Lago Mascardi ...

... laziest horse out of the whole lot and I´m beginning to wonder if its really true that horses take on the characteristics of their riders. Half way through the day we were taken back to the farm house for an amazing Parrilla which is basically a massive barbeque. It was a really good day although Will is still moaning that his cojones are hurting. Off to Mendoza for a boozy few day before going on to Santiago de Chile, our final stop in South America.

Touristy, hippy European-feel in this Argentine favourite holiday spot. Skiing is popular in the winter and in the summer, hiking and adventure takes over. Always something on. Story on: Bariloche

... avons discuté tranquillement. :) Après une bien trop courte nuit, je me suis retrouvé a nouveau dans le bus le lendemain. Tout comme le premier jour, les paysages du deuxième étaient extraordinaires, et c'était un plaisir de regarder de tous les côtés. La Patagonie est vraiment extraordinaire! Tout allait donc bien jusque vers 18h, 3 heures avant d'arriver à Bariloche, quand le bus a ralenti et s'est arrêté sur le bas-côté de la route. Le temps que le chauffeur aille jeter un ...

... for one night in a small town called Perito Moreno. The first day was fine, but the second day was pretty boring to be honest; we were sat on a bus heading down the straightest road I think I´ve ever been on and the landscape didn´t change very much to be honest. It really struck me how isolated this part of the world is, we could drive for a good few hours and not see any signs of civilisation. At one point we heard a loud noise from underneath the bus and we had to stop ...

... or not, we flew at obnoxious speeds through the trees with a zeeeeeeeeeeeeeee sound. After being strapped into a harness, climbing up to a treehouse-like platform, and snapped onto a steel cable, the platform guide instructed me to sit down, cross my legs, and pull down on the cable with the ...

... be famous for this by now. I think one of the best examples of me putting my foot in my mouth is..........one of my fraternity brothers was this black dude named Ly who loved fat white chicks, and after college I would see him every once in awhile and one time I saw him out with this fat white chick (some things never change). So about 9 months later a few of my old fraternity brothers decide we should all hang out and Ly shows up and the first thing I ...

... this way as it enabled us to cross the Andes by bus, something that we may not otherwise have got the chance to do. The bus ride was pretty uneventful, though at the Argentinian immigration and customs control they decided that one of our bags looked the most suspicious and so we had to empty our bags on the side of the road whilst everyone else watched - fair enough, there wasn´t anything else to do. They didn´t find anything though, so ...

... the wind gust continued to increase and caused one guide in a lessstable boat to capsize. Her ability to self rescue as I escorted the participants to shore impressed them and made for an easy solution. As the day came to an end the strong winds which created large waves on the lake by the question of one client who asked, "Are the waves on the white water rafting as fun as the kayak trip."