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Published: June 16th 2017
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We are in the middle of hippie heaven and Lemcke's, I'm not sure your dad has quite the same appreciation for their weirdnesses that I do 😉
This town seems to have two types--hippies and backpackers, and of course, backpacking hippies. There are hundreds of them. We're outnumbered so bad we're a rarity, a museum piece. We should be on TV as weird. Bob says we're outnumbered totally to one. Can you do that? El Bolson can.
Our hostel is run by Claudio and Vali, a young couple who speak a little English and have hearts of gold. Their place reminds us a bit of Andrea's in Montevideo--wonderful people and pretty basic accommodation. They are so nice though, they picked us up from the bus station yesterday, and today when we asked them about the possibility of renting a car, Claudio took us to the car rental place himself. There were no cars though, so we reserved one for tomorrow.
We've walked around town until our feet hurt, so we're back at the hostel for a snack and a hand or two of gin rummy. Next is the serious business of siesta, then it's out walking the town again and finding a
place for dinner.
Last night I cooked dinner here at the hostel, but Bob felt really weird about that--uncomfortable, he said, so tonight's his choice. If you've never stayed at a hostel it's a little odd cooking for two of you and eating in front of others--just not something we've been raised to do. But I'd gotten into the kitchen first and by the time ours was done the others were lined up at the stove to cook their's too. There's just a little space for you in the fridge to put your food--some places want you to put your name on it, others, like this one, don't care. You just trust the others aren't going to be pawing through your grocery bags to see what's good.
The Antiguo Solar didn't even have salt and pepper for clients' use; here they have all kinds of condiments, so cooking is a little easier. In Bariloche all we did was boil some eggs and make toast. They were so intent on keeping things immaculate they didn't allow you to fry meat or even make scrambled eggs. Stoves, evidently, were for heating water only.
Well, Claudio has given us minute directions on where to find
the big ones so we're off tomorrow to see if Bob can out fish me here, too.
Will report later.
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