08.01.2011 - 17.01.2011 -24 °C
Across the border agian.
We left Pucon on Saturday morning, on a bus ride to Bariloche across the border, back to Argentina. The bus ride was long and ardouos. We arrived that afternoon, and we imidiatly started to look for a place to sleep. Bariloche today has the most tourists it had in ten years! All of the hostels are completly full. By 22:00 we gave up, and decided to sleep in the street. By chance, while looking for bread in a supermarket, we met a guy from high school, that told us about his hostel that might have some room, and they might allow us to sleep in their back yard in a tent.
Update: WE FOUND SOMEWHERE TO SLEEP!
The next day wasn't as successful as the last. We woke up early in the morning, and asked the hostel manager if he has any available beds. He said he has two left, so we told him we want the two beds. We went out to get some money out and went back to the hostel, and by the time we came back he already gave the beds to someone else. I started to argue, and he said that it's our problem, not his, that we don't have a place to sleep. I lost my temper and eventualy struck a nearby door. That offended the guy more than you'd think. He kicked us out.
Now, I know this wasn't the best way to deal with a problem, but he was way out of line himself, the way he spoke to me.
We eventualy found three beds in another hostel. That meant that two others were still stuck, so Oran & I decided to sleep in a tent on the lake bed. It was worth every peso I saved, because when we woke up in the morning we had the entire lake right in front of us. WOW.
It has been an uneventful few days. We woke up too late to do anything productive like bike riding or anything. The highlight of those two days was that we met the three girls from BA again, Stephanie, Luba & Adi and went about the city a bit, scouring for chocolate.
On thursday afternoon though, I went with Swarez to KM 17. It's a lookout point on a mountain just outside of Bariloche (17 km away from the civic center). According to Nat. Geographic, it is the fifth most beautiful spot in the world, or something. Breathtakingly beautiful. The way up is either by cable-car or by foot. Have I mentioned that I hate cable-cars? Well, I do. They suck. I didn't go by foot, because the only way anyone would agree to come with me was if I promised that we take the cable-car. Cable-cars suck.
The next day, we again woke up early in the morning and took a bus to a spot called the 18th KM. From there it's possible to rent bikes from several different rental places. We took a bike for the whole day for less than 70 pesos each, and went on a bike trip around the Bariloche lake. Our circuit was the short one, it was only 25-ish KM long. On mountainous routes, beautiful vantage points, and hidden lakes, the ducky was there. It swam, it floated, it flew and rested. We took our time with the bikes, not hurrying anywhere. Where most people finnish the trip in about 4-5 hours, we rode for over eight hours. At some point around the lake, there's a small beer brewery with exellent home made beer. It was so quiet, peacefull, and cheap, that we didn't want to leave when we finnished. The bike rental manager was one of the nicest people we've come across so far. At some point during the day, Oran's bike-chain broke. We found a cell phone and called hin, and less than ten minutes later he was there with a new bike for Oran. When we finnished, at the end of the day, we rested in the yard of the house, and he gave us a bottle of local beer on the house.
It has been two days since anything interesting happened. At some point, during the week, while having dinner at the hostel, I spoke to a girl called Natali, who is also staying in the hostel, and we figured we are on the same track. She is looking for someone to travel with. Her direction, for now, is south. My next stop is a county in Chile, called La Caratera Austral, which is south of Bariloche, and so is hers. I don't know if i've mentioned this before, but I'm splitting away from my friends. Too many dissagreements, fights, and a general bad feeling among us, I think that it's best that we split up. When I imagined my big trip, back home, before actually coming here, I saw it as something completly different. So far, I must admit, that it hasn't fulfilled my dreams and expectation yet. I mostly see it like it is, because I can't realy do what I want, and how I imagined a trip to south America would be like. It has been nearly a month, and I haven't gone on one proper three-five days trek. We were all planning on going on a trek this weekend, but the weather forecast (in spanish) said it would rain. It rained. And so, I am leaving my friends in search of my own adventure, not theirs. On monday morning, on the 17th, I am travelling back to Chile with Natali. The wheather south of here, in Esquel, where I am going, is supposed to be the same for most of the week, so Natali and I will probably stay for a few days there, and cross over to Chile only later in the week.
In the meantime, Live long and Prosper.