Saturday, March 14, 2009

El Bolson - Bariloche

El Bolson

A much needed place to relax we thought for 2 days that instead turned into 7. Took in the hippyish market, town´s plethora of home-made ice cream and microbrews and blackberry bushes linning the hillsides.

4 day hiking trip in surrounding mountains - landscapes weren´t as epic as the south, but will fondly remember for two reasons.

1. the Water - Pictures and words do not give it justice, but here it goes anyway... Glacial fed, winding through to dot the bottom of the curvy valley´s "V", clear to this translucent blue hue, where the trout swim just below the surface. Criss-crossed by suspension bridges with broken boards that act as the one way to make the ascent possible and also a fine entry point into manhood reducing clear blue refreshment.



2. the Refugios - Stayed in these mountain-top/river-side huts/shacks instead of camping. In other places refugios are often nice huts at the side of a camping trail where you can stay in realitive luxury and recharge. These refugios were people homes of sorts, constructed largely out of materials from the forest and 6 hours and 3,000 ft up "the hill" from town. We slept on a old mat on the floor for $6 - $10 per night.
Some of the construction of the cabins is reminiscent to 1800´s carpentry and is truly remarkable while other parts like using trash for repairs is a bit interesting. They also make their own food and more importantly brew their own beer. The beer actually wasn´t that good in flavor, but when you drink it sitting next to a glacial stream as the sun goes down, there isn´t much else better.





Suprised I haven´t seen the passion for soccer I was expecting, however, this field a 6 hour hike up and an hour down from a glacier is impressive dedication

Bariloche
2 hours north to the "large city" of Bariloche. Michele and I and an Australian guy Tim that we met at the Hostel rented a car and toured the siete lagos (7 lakes) for 2 days.





At one point we went through a military checkpoint while I was driving and got stopped. So my spanish is still "a bit iffy" and when there is pressure it´s non existent. So I understood that the military guys were asking me if I had any drugs in the car. I meant to say, "no, I don´t have any" but instead I said, "no, i don´t have the drugs anymore". So the dog went through the car and the bags and luckly, it was true, no drugs.


Day Hike up to Frey Refugio just out of Bariloche




Crazy clear/blue lake, the border looks dirty but it´s just that the water is so clear and somewhat shallow you´re looking at the bottom

As a final note - I need to pass along my thanks to Michele. We´re headed our separate ways for now, but over the last 2 months or so of traveling together she was my spanish professor, (although I´m not sure if that is a good thing for the resume), translator, pseudo mother of sorts of a sick "child" with mountain top food poisoning and more importantly good friend.
Auf Wiedersehen. Au Revoir. Adios. Widerluege. Laew phob gan mai. Goodbye

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