Another Day In Futaleufu + El Bolsón

2nd of March:

Today Dave, Eddie and I were supposed to go on a dayhike, but they had been invited to go to lunch at the house of a local family, so during the entire day... Not much happened.

For dinner Eddie was supposed to cook, but after the huge lunch he and Dave had had, he wasn't interested in dinner; so the 3 of us and 2 Israeli's went for a nice little dinner at a teahouse, eating a burger. As the bus next day was early in the morning, I hit the bed for an early 23 o'clock night.

3rd of March:

I got up early to cook my lovely egg sandwich for breakfast and to catch the 7.30 bus  Argentina. The ride to the border was smooth, just like the border crossing and the bus to Esquel on the other side. Once in Esquel we only had to wait 15 minutes for our 2 hour busride to El Bolsón; and there was where you really found out that you were in Argentina.
The busride was cheap, the seats were big and comfortable, and the 2 hour busride included a full free meal and drink, not even remotely possible in Chile.
We arrived in El Bolsón and traversed the entire city in order to make it to fantastic hostel "La Casa del Viajero", an organic-hippie-feng-shui hostel run as a sort of commune, which works fantastically here, especially as El Bolsón is known as the hippie town of South America.

Dave and I started out by walking about the town, finding out when and where the different buses to Bariloche leave, and when/where the buses to the surrounding areas (for a bit of trekking) leave, before settling down for an ice cream. Argentinians are very proud of their ice cream, and that's okay as it is good; but it is only the ice cream which is good, the cone is kind of like soft cardboard, so for me it doesn't quality as an ice cream, but that is a matter of definition.

Afterwards we went back to the hostel for some relaxing, I read in my book and Dave had a nap in a hammock. We then started talking to a girl called Lucia (who works at the hostel) who told us about the area (trekking) and about a really good nearby restaurant where we would eat dinner.
So when the time for dinner came, we walked to the place (which ended up being quite far away) which was closed. So we consulted the Lonely Planet and found a nice place at the complete other end of El Bolsón (walking from extremity to extremity) just to find another closed place. So we found some random street place, a little bit pricey (not a lot) but delicious. We then walked back to our hostel for a nice long sleep.

Oh and on a side note, I managed to swap my fantastic Master and Commander novel by Patrick O'Brian for The Odyssey by Homer.