Picture of the day: a 20-meter waterfall in Parque Nacional Lanín, near the Chilean border. We had to hike a whole 12 minutes to get here--and we were some of the only ones on the trail.Tuesday, January 26, 2010
18 January 2010
Picture of the day: a 20-meter waterfall in Parque Nacional Lanín, near the Chilean border. We had to hike a whole 12 minutes to get here--and we were some of the only ones on the trail.
Monday, January 25, 2010
17 January 2010
Picture of the day: our dinner in San Martín de los Andes. This is exactly what it looks like, a huge freaking plate of smoked meats (deer on the right, trout in the middle, and wild boar on the left) and various smoked cheeses. San Martin is famous for its smoke shops, or ahumedoras.
16 January 2010
Picture of the day: a ruined bridge on the Ruta de los Siete Lagos (7 Lakes Road).Luckily for us, this presented no problem. When we showed up at the car rental agency to pick up our tiny economy car (price: $50 per day), we had to wait for 45 minutes while an Israeli couple argued with the guy at the counter over a small matter of there being no cars left. (Gulp.) When we were finally helped, he looked at us apologetically and said, "There are no cars left.... only a truck. Do you know how to drive automatic, or do you need me to show you?" After we confirmed that we'd still only be paying the price for the economy car--and not the price for the 4x4 (price: around $250 per day)--we happily accepted.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
15 January 2010
Picture of the day: sunset, as captured from the restaurant (more of a bar, really) where we met some nice Frenchmen who invited us to dinner. On the menu? A lamb roast and several bottles of wine. We started dinner around 11pm, and didn´t get back to our hotel until around 1:30am. 14 January 2010
Picture of the day: the clear water of Nahuel Huapi, the large lake on which Bariloche is located. The water is so clear because it originates as snowmelt on the nearby Andes. We know this first-hand, because it was hot enough that day to find a private little cove for a picnic and go swimming. Or at least wading... it was hard to go much further than the knees, because even when it was 95 degrees out the water was so frigid it took your breath away.
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