A strange title for a blog entry you might think. Especially when I tell you that 5 of my 8 days in El Bolson were spent walking in the foothills of the Andes. But personally, I think it's the perfect title, and soon you will too. I knew that Murray and Joyce, friends of my parents from yesteryear, lived around Bolson, and after a bit of effort, I had managed to get in touch with them. So after a couple of days camping in Bolson itself, Murray came to pick me up, and we sped back to Mallin Ahoghado on his quad bike. They live in a beautiful area, and have a pretty idyllic life, growing fruit and veg of all kinds (Joyce makes fantastic raspberry jam). From the moment I arrived, I was very well
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