Bariloche: Fly Fishin´, Refugio Hoppin´, Rock Climbin´, Glacier Struttin' Fun!


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Published: August 16th 2007
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Once we arrived in Bariloche, we spent a little time looking around the bus station for Tony and Michelle, who we hadn't met before, but who were gracious enough to house us anyway, and finally found them. We met Paige and Ellie as well, as we went over to the sports club with them to swim! Then, they dropped us off at the "airosilla" (gondola), where we took the ride up to Cerro Otto (it was a ... Read Full Entry



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the backyard of Refugio Freythe backyard of Refugio Frey
the backyard of Refugio Frey

I still can't figure out why I took a picture of that one
Our easy route out of the canyonOur easy route out of the canyon
Our easy route out of the canyon

See that small shoot to the right of that big slab of granite in the middle of the pic jutting up into the sky like a camel's hump...now look to the even smaller shoot on the left hand side...yeah, we took that one
about half way up the faceabout half way up the face
about half way up the face

why does it always feel like the higher up you climb, the further you have to go
Paul in actionPaul in action
Paul in action

...trying his hardest not to become another "flying Dutchman"
Flowers and inclineFlowers and incline
Flowers and incline

Ah haaa! The first signs of life on our ascent to the summit (almost tauntingly juxtaposed against the looming "path" ahead)
Tony and AaronTony and Aaron
Tony and Aaron

two generations of Gauchos...two ruggedly hansom mountain men...too tired to support ourselves standing up without leaning on the rock in front of us
multinationalism at its finestmultinationalism at its finest
multinationalism at its finest

the few, the proud, the brave (two Brits, two Canadians, three Americans, and one Dutch)



1st April 2007

mahoffer@hotmail.com
hi...i am argentinian...landed to your page by chance...I was thinking about that ham thing (and yes, it is an obsession...when I was in britain and I was offered sandwhichs of vegetables or even "more strange" things, I simply wondered why not old ham and cheese)...well, i was saying, you do have a point about pigs...i have grown up in a rural town, and I never saw a pig. I remember my grandparents (spaniards) used to go to same friends in te countryside (also spaniards) and got back with ham, chorizo, and so on (it is a spanish tradition called matanza: they killed the pig "on spot" and do things from it). They came back with lot of ham and chorizos, so pigs must exist somewhere, but they are not to be seen except to some people (maybe you have to be a spaniard). I will ask my father one of these days if he knows anything about pigs in the pampas.... Martin

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