On the Dust Road Again, I Just Can't Wait To Get..
Trip Start Feb 26, 2011
12Trip End Mar 10, 2011
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Antuquelen Hosteria Patagonica Villa La Angostura
Read my review - 5/5 stars
Read my review - 5/5 stars
We arrived at Villa de Angostura in the early afternoon and we all had lunch (more empenadas), did a little shopping (the best on the trip was on the main strip here) and check into our hotel/spa Antuquelen
We headed back down to Angostura's port at the lake Nahuel Huapi, the same lake that our beautiful house in Bariloche resided over over an hour away. We bought tickets to a ferry (100 pesos one way) and also had to buy a national park ticket of some sort (50 pesos) that no one ever checked. Our crew bailed on the informative speach given by a park ranger (as we couldn't understand what he was saying) and headed to the top level where the sun shone bright and the view was great. I had the urge to take my shirt off but deamed it inappropriate, especially after the ranger's speach ended and almost everyone tried to force there way to the top deck. Chris G. won a stand off with several small children and an old man who were trying to annoy him out of his spot in the sun.
The ride ends at a little port at the end of a penninsula where you can hike back to the Angostura or take the same ferry back
The hike back was leisurely as we ran into a sweet dog that followed us some of the way and we sang old camp songs or told stories. The last 2-3 kilometers became much less leisurely as we had to climb several hills, but were rewarded with a nice miradora near the end. Our feet were nasty and we'd been on the move all day, so I requested we walk along the beach back to the car so I could wash my dusty Chaco feet off. Luckily, we ran into a little bar, Sunset bar I think, about 500 meters from the car. The place was blasting music that was annoying at first but after a few songs we were asking the owner who the artist was. It was Jorge Aragno a brazilian singer who is fond of chanting songs and I think I heard a ukulele
Back at Antuquelen we all bathed and our hopes of heading back into town for dinner faded fast. Somehow Todd and Kiaralinda made it out, but the rest of us threw in the towel and convinced the hotel manager to make some pizza, and, you guessed it, empenadas. We had actually tried getting her to call us pizza delivery but she told us it would be bad by the time it got here. We had trout empenadas with mixed results, but I for one, really liked them. Back to bed for yet another travel day tomorrow. Back to Buenos Aires baby.
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