When dogs gang up on cars. Seriously.
Trip Start Dec 21, 2009
43Trip End Jul 17, 2010
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We went out to dinner of fondue and walked around the town, ending up in Mamushka, a popular chocolate store where we purchased some of the good stuff. They had chocolate monkeys, turtles, mobile phones, digital cameras, even koalas, kangaroos and of course, Easter Bunnies
We packed a picnic lunch and spent the next day touring the attractions. We took a chairlift to a lookout point and saw why this is one of Argentina’s favourite holiday destinations and why it’s called their lake district. To burn off all of the chocolate calories we’d consumed the night before, we went on a 37km bike ride. The roads were great, the weather pleasant and the riding challenging in some parts.
Bariloche will always have a special place in my heart because I had the best steak of my entire life here. It’s a big call but El Boliche de Alberto currently holds the number one place. You can see by the pictures that these guys know their steak. Apart from their steak, everything there was made of leather, from the placemats, to the bread baskets. Even the menus were cowskin.
Another day and another border crossing, this time back into Chile and again we had to make sure that we didn’t have any plant material in our truck. We got to the town of Pucon and set up camp just outside the city. It was here that Nicole’s stomach took a turn for the worse and we decided that camping wasn’t really suitable
The rest of the time was spent in recovery for Nic and I got a game of paintball in, our truck went up against another Dragoman truck that was in town. A word to the wise, if anyone ever suggests going paintballing at night, decline and decline swiftly. You don’t even have to be polite about it. It was singlehandedly the worst paintballing experience of my life. It consisted of one game which went back and forth for nearly 2 hours, we had goggles that were scratched to buggery and the areas that were lit up with spotlights only served to create glare when you glanced in their direction. The game was rife for cheating and the only way we won the game was to do so in a questionable manner (in other words, there was much debate over whether we cheated or not). On the plus side, I did manage to shoot a Dragoman leader off the other truck square in the top of the head. Not content with my headshot, I proceeded to pepper him in the arms and torso, shots that sent him well into submission. He was a great sport about it and ran back to his base in much pain.
We had a marathon drive from Pucon to Santiago, the capital of Chile. Unexpectedly, we didn’t see much of the aftermath from the earthquake that took place a few weeks before
Santiago would be quite a pretty city if it wasn’t for the smog that hung around the city. We were told that on a good day, you could see the Andes surrounding the city. We gave it a chance and took a fanicula (trolley like thing for taking passengers up a hill) to the highest peak in the area. It ended up like one of those 3D pictures in a shopping centre where you’re supposed to let your eyes unfocus to see an elephant or something equally daft.
“Do you see the Andes?”
“Ummm, yeah I think so.....”
“Ummmm, oh yeah, I think I see it too.....”
“This sucks, let’s get out of here.”
Santiago was the end of a leg on our South American tour so we said goodbye to a few dear friends and said hello to new reinforcements
It was a Saturday night and we could just imagine the conversation that guy was having with his mates:
“Hey Paulo, where are you man?”
“Dude, you won’t believe what just happened to me, a pack of dogs attacked my tires and now I have 3 flat tires....”
“Geez man, if you wanted to have a night with the girlfriend instead of hanging with the boys, you should have just said so, we would have understood.”
“Nah man, it’s not like that”
“Next time you want to lie, just say that one tire is flat
“There’s a bunch of gringos who can vouch for me, they’re in a bar across the road laughing at me”
“Enough! Just stop with the lying man!”
I wish I had some video footage or pictures to show you but I thought it wasn't very classy to take pictures of dogs attacking some poor fool's car.
In our next blog, we leave Santiago through the Andes on one of the best drive days ever, crossing the border again into Argentina, back to the land of steaks and ice cream.