Esquel, supposedly Welsh as are some of the villages around the area. I stopped by for a cuppa in one of the ‘tea’ houses in Trevelin, just down the road.
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Esquel and Trevelyn
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Paragliding, Tragedy, New year and Refugios
I found a lovely bunch of people running a paragliding hostel a short half an hours walk from town. The welcome was wonderful at the house of Martin and Mariella, there were a few other paragliding folks and Martins’s brother Diego. We all got on well, talked of flying and the freedom it brings, we didn’t even begin to suspect what would happen the next day.
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Bariloche to Viedma Train Ride
The train station of San Carlos de Bariloche is a little like much of Argentina, one part first world and two parts third world. The station has great little cafe that is reminiscent of a bygone era and sits, within it’s parent that is built of solid stone to battle the almost permanent gale force winds.
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Back to town
After hanging around in the Bariloche wilds for a good while I moved into town as I was in need of some simple company. The Refugio Cordillera, has become more of a place for catering to the cycle tours around the Circuito Chico, than for being a hostel. The owner has been running the place for too long and has become very set in his ways, has the propensity to go into sulks when he decides that only Spanish can be spoken, which can get tiring, but all in all a fine fella and a great little place to pop one’s hat up for a while.
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Refugio Cordillera
I once hitched through Europe with an old friend. We saw a lot of roadsides on our way and arrived in Cadiz dustier than a couple of dingoes, so I popped on the budgie smugglers and leaped into the sea to cool off. I looked around to see that my travel chum Alex had made a few friends, which was great, until I realised that one of his buddies had nicked my bag.
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St Martin to Bariloche
St Martin, A quick note on St Martin – it looked like a Disney tourist place with regular little streets and chocolate box perfect chocolate shops. The bus ride there was a bit crap as I had one of those spoiled Israeli girls (more…)