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Published: March 16th 2013
Well, i have come down with a dirty, stinking cold... Although annoying, it has given me a chance to start on the blog. On a more happier note, today Emiliano finally gets to skydive after waiting one week for the weather to be right. Even though the sun has been out the last few days, there has still been enough wind to cancel the skydive each day. He is one happy dude, and we are all excited for him. Mike, Bruno, Jo and I head down to the lake to eat some lunch and catch some rays, and hope to see Emi freefalling from the sky while we are down there.
We have lunch and listen to some tunes, and look for Emi, to no avail. We head back to the hostel and await his return. He rocks up an hour or so later, buzzing like a kid on christmas morning. We watch a dvd of his flight, and then head out for a meal; as tonight is somewhat of a last hurrah as Emi and Mike catch a bus to El Calafate in the morning. Jo and I will be joining them down there, but we are travelling via
Lade Air (Argentina's government airline). The flight is cheaper then the bus, and only takes 2 hours, instead of the 26 hours on the bus. We were lucky to get tickets, thanks to Gaby for the information, as i did not come across it in my google searches.
We head out really late for dinner (11pm) and there is sfa open as it is tuesday night. End up at morfies again, then head to the local pool hall to challenge the locals and the frenchy who is confident of beating the australianos. At the pool hall we are joined by Francisco & Augustina who have come from B.A with their mountain bikes and have been riding around the trails in Bariloche. Rojan also comes along, who is a nice dude, and a sculptor from the states travelling through Argentina.
We play pool, until 2.30am when we are kicked out by a feisty bargirl (not coz we are drunk and rowdy, but because she wants to close up). Head back to the hostel and say goodbye to Emi and Mike, who have to get on the bus in a few hours.
Next day, my head is full of
more snot and i head to the pharmacy to get some drugs. Gaby suggests that i should have some artisenal beer to help cure the cold and directs us to the original microbrewery in Bariloche, Blest, about 12 km out of town. Bruno, Rojan, Jo and i head out there for a late lunch. We have local trout caparcio, and a selection of meats, cheeses, etc, and make our way through the beers. From pilsner, to bock, to scotch ale (red bitter) to stout, and cider for Jo. The pilsner was so-so, but the stout and bock were fantastic. I didnt know what to expect with the beers in Argentina, but they are sensational. Even the standard beer, Quillmes Crystal ($2 US for 1 litre at the supermarket) is great. Truely impressed, and there are microbrewies everywhere.
Later that day we head back to the hostel a bit snoozy, and pack our shit up. Cook up a nice meal and crash.
The next morning we have to leave, and there are tears all round from the girls. Gaby and Joanna (from the hostel) are crying, Jo is crying and the men all hug. Facebook accounts are shared (except me, as i seem to be the only person in south america who doe not have one). Gaby bought Jo some really nice earrings as a farewell gift, and Joanna gave Jo the recipe for the yummy cake she makes each day for the following breakfast.
We have been really lucky to find such a great place first up, as well as a great bunch of people to hang out with and, some of them travel some more with. It is a melancholy taxi ride to the airport, but one with a warm heart knowing that we have had made some great friends.
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