Bariloche. Ten years later, the place seems to be about ten times bigger! But it is gorgeous - beautiful lakes, rugged mountains.
We caught a local bus from Bariloche towards the end of one of the local lakes that dropped us off at the trail head for a hike to Laguna Negra. The trail wound its way scenically up the mountains between streams and waterfalls.
Laguna Negra means Black Lake. The lake is actually very blue, but it reflects the surrounding black coloured lakes.
It was such a beautiful day that we carried on up to the ridge of Cerro Willis, to get an awesome view of Mount Tronador, one of the highest volcanoes in Argentina.
We raced down the 19 km and 1200 vertical meters to get back to the bus stop 5 minutes before the bus was supposed to arrive. Supposed to. We ended up waiting an hour and a half! At least we go to chat with a lot of locals. Our Spanish ( more like Spenglish) is slowly improving, but we still make plenty of mistakes. The bus ride from Chile had onboard bingo. Steve was within one number of the full card black out that would have won him a bottle of wine, but it took both us us concentrating to catch all of the numbers. Sixty and seventy, in particular, sound very alike!
Somebody asked Steve how long he had been in South America. He meant to say two months (dos meses). Instead, he said two tables (dos mesas). We though it would be funny if Jackie said that she had been here for two chairs!
Off to Uruguay today for nine days of such surfing, then home!
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