I escaped the sprawl of the city and took a charming (read: grueling) 25 hour bus ride to the edge of the Andes...to Bariloche. I have substituted a city with a seemingly southern European feel for a smaller city with a noticibly Swiss feel to it. Bariloche, located in the lake district of Argentina, hugs the coast of a massive turquoise alpine lake with back drops of snow-capped peaks. Its quite a terrible place, all there is to do is ski, hike, mountian bike, fish and suffer through a beer with some of the cheapest steak in the world. But, fear not, I did manage to escape the meloncholy of this place and rent a car with some other travellers to see the famous 'black glacier'. After an hour and a half of driving through pothole filled and flooded over dirt roads at the hands of a phsycotic Isreali who thought it was fun to drive through water at dangerous speeds on a curvy mountain road we made it to Mt. Trondodor (mount thunder)...so named because the mountian 'thunders' every so often as massive pieces of snow and ice come tumbling down the peak. That, combined with the black glacier at its base, makes for quite a nice and scenic Andean peak. Tomorrow I'm off to El Bolson to meet the 'farmer' I will be hopefully working for/with for the next month.
Is the photo above of the road or the lake, or both? Hope you didn't have to drive over that or was the car amphibious?
ReplyDeleteYa. that was the road we had to drive on a little rental car jammed full of six people...it was interesting.
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