Going To Bariloche

Dave and I woke up late (10 o'clock with checkout at 11) but made it and went to buy a bus-ticket to El Bariloche, giving ourselves enough time to take a second look at the market (it's on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays), and get one last of the great Jauja ice creams in El Bolsón (although only I had one, cinnamon and chocolate).

The bus trip was short and comfortable (Argentinian buses are great, but our arrival was... Unfortunate. It took us 6 tries (and plenty of walking) before we found an hostel with room ("When all the other ones are fully booked, this one might be worth a try." to quote wikitravel), however for the next day we got ourselves into the Tango Inn hostel ("Modern, clean hostel. Free breakfast, fast internet, WiFi. Three-star-breakfast buffet (thats the free breakfast!). Very quiet." to quote wikitravel again).

Later in the day we met Rachel and Eyal again (who I had gone rafting with in Futaleufú), and a plan was put down to rent a car (Rachel, Eyal, Dave and me) and drive around the seven lakes in the area of Bariloche. For dinner Dave and I had booked us into an arrangement at the Tango Inn hostel with unlimited pizza (it truly was) and live folkloric music; and it was simply magnificent. It was two male acoustic guitarists playing both famous songs (La Bamba) and more local songs, and in general mostly Argentinian songs; they were extremely skilled and very good singers. There I met a very nice Irish guy called Patrick who was wearing a Trainspotting t shirt.

After the music stopped we all (Dave, Patrick and I) headed to Wilkenny (and Irish pub), where we met Rachel and Eyal again (it was all arranged) and hung around talking. Around 2 o'clock I did however decide to leave and went back to bed.