The bus trip across to Bariloche passed without any incidents. It was rather uncomfortable as we went semi-cama. Not only did this mean the seats were smaller and on and awkward angle (I spent the night doing squats - sliding down my seat, pushing myself up again, sliding down etc) but it also meant breakfast consisted of one biscuit. If you were asleep at the time they served the biscuit (or rather they threw it at you), they refused to give you one later - probably because the bus driver and his companion ate them all.
Bariloche is in the Patagonian Mountains near Chile. The town is set on the north-eastern shore of Lake Nahuel Huapi which is ringed by lofty mountain peaks. It really is very picturesque (that is when it isn’t cloudy and you can see everything) and must be extremely busy in ski season (we have just missed it although some of the runs are still open). Every second building is a hotel or hostel. There are also an over abundant supply of chocolate shops which I am slowly working my way through – the mint chocolate and milk chocolate logs (like flakes) are particularly good. However, the hot chocolate is rather disappointing.
On arrival, we checked into our hostel dorm (private rooms are ridiculously expensive) and then wandered around town. It appears that there must be some school snow package special as there are a zillion youths (look more like unkempt louts with rats tails) wandering the streets in matching ski jackets yelling chants at the tops of their lungs and working their way around the chocolate circuit as well.
The two Israeli girls who were in our room had disgusting bathroom habits. They obviously didn’t know how to work a shower curtain and one sounded like she was hocking up a fur ball in the morning – gross. Oh the joys of sharing accommodation!
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