my book told me that El bolson is a very chilled out place, with artesans´ markets 3 times a week, and some good trecks. I stayed in a quaint little hostel which was quite empty at first, but filled up with a few people from all over. In the evenings it gave me a good opportunity to practice my spanish, which is improving, but still diabolical.
The second day i chose a nice easy treck, which was alegedly only 2km uphill, but it almost killed me (called Cerro Amigos)
. It did help flush the rest of my illness away though, so a couple of days later I went to see one of the main attractions of the area, a rock formation called Cabeza del Indio (Indians Head). I was joined by another new friend, an Argentinian guy called Emilio. Well, the treck was originally about 5km uphill which we did easily. the views from the top were awesome. We then decided to do another 5km to see some waterfalls and a botanical garden, which were also damn lovely. The sun was out, the sky was blue, and it felt great to be outside. However, after that we decided to take the road back to the town, the road turned out to be big lumps of gravel and pebbles which was a nightmare to walk on, especially as every time a car or lorry drove past, we were engulfed in a huge cloud of dust. Anyway, 7 hours after leaving that morning and 25km later we finally got back, and i spent the rest of the evening slumped in a chair.
I left at lunchtime the next day for a mere 2 hour bus ride (ha!) to Bariloche, feeling top dollar.
Another damn bus ride, actually, make that 3. I left Calafate at 4 in the morning, got back to Rio Gallegos at 8am, left for a place called Comodoro Rivadavia (just south of Puerto Madryn), waited there for 2 hours, got another bus to El bolson which arrived 30 hours after leaving the original place. The best thing about the trip was that I was starting to feel better by the time I got there.