Touched Down in Bariloche
Trip Start
Nov 02, 2006
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Trip End
Dec 06, 2006
Traveling cama is what I imagine traveling business class would be like. The seats recline almost all the way, there's a wide leg rest that folds down, and its wide. The ride last night was great but the two guys behind me wouldn't shut it and the nice Argentine lady seemed to think I needed to be awake for every pit stop (despite the bus being direct to Bariloche) and so she kept waking me up.
The bus also had a group of young Israelis on it. They seem to prefer to keep to themselves and don't (at least these ones didn't) attempt to speak Spanish. One of the guys here said they do their military service then split to South America and travel.
I'm back into the mountains again. The ride into Bariloche was on Ruta 40 and twisted and turned with lots of switchbacks, beautiful stuff. It really is hard to describe how amazing it is. Anyway, I grabbed my pack off the bus and got into a taxi and headed into the town. I'm staying at 41 Below, a hostel run by a Kiwi. The taxi driver had to ask a cop where the hostel.
I checked in then, after a shower and a shave and putting on some clean underpants, went out for a stroll around the town to get an idea of what there was to see. It's very touristy but it was also Sunday so other than chocolate shops and a few restaurants not a lot was open. I paid a guy $20 pesos to take my photo with one of the St.Bernard dogs. So tacky. : )
The bus also had a group of young Israelis on it. They seem to prefer to keep to themselves and don't (at least these ones didn't) attempt to speak Spanish. One of the guys here said they do their military service then split to South America and travel.
I'm back into the mountains again. The ride into Bariloche was on Ruta 40 and twisted and turned with lots of switchbacks, beautiful stuff. It really is hard to describe how amazing it is. Anyway, I grabbed my pack off the bus and got into a taxi and headed into the town. I'm staying at 41 Below, a hostel run by a Kiwi. The taxi driver had to ask a cop where the hostel.
The Street to the Main Square
I checked in then, after a shower and a shave and putting on some clean underpants, went out for a stroll around the town to get an idea of what there was to see. It's very touristy but it was also Sunday so other than chocolate shops and a few restaurants not a lot was open. I paid a guy $20 pesos to take my photo with one of the St.Bernard dogs. So tacky. : )
The Welcoming Committee


