Aint it so beautiful.
Saturday, my second and last full day in Bariloche, was pretty physically testing (total: roughly 80km of hills on a bike). I slept in till about 8:30/9:00, and was out the door by a little after 10. I went to rent a bike from the bike shop, but the only one he had left had something wrong with it, so he told me wait around because some more were on the way. 30 minutes later the bikes got there, but then he "fixed" the original bike and gave that one to me. Off I went about 11:30, some girl stopped me after I'd gone a few blocks and asked where the bike place was (she shows up again later). So I start heading toward Circuito Chico, a 67 km path with beautiful vistas. The first 20km or so are all on a really busy road, a highway of sorts, that you have to share with cars b/c there are no sidewalks.
The chain on my bike keeps slipping, then falls off, I put it back on, slips some more, falls off again, I finally make it out of the city a little bit, to a fork in the path, and the traffic dies down. I head to Colonia Suiza, off the main 67km circuit, looking for Refugio Lopez out in the woods more. I see sign saying Refugio Lopez this way. I go through the pueblo shanty-town favela section of colonia suiza, then a back road with sheep and a cow roaming around (and on) it. Its been several hours by now. I see another sign saying Refugio Lopez back the way I came, guess I missed it, lol. Back on the main circuit now. Bike chain breaks, CRAP. I put it back together, but then can't figure out how to get it back on the bike while the chain is one contiguous circle. I walk my bike up the road, run into my friend Duran who is staying at my hostel, he had also rented a bike.
I think I should go into photography.
He's taking a break at a stand on the side of the road that sells Choripan (delicious sausage). I re-break the chain. I look at Duran's bike as an example and we work together to get the chain back on there. I bent the chain so bad re-breaking it, that now I can't get it to stay together. Eventually we hold the chain together and I smash at it with a rock. Success! Emily (the girl who stopped me to ask where I rented the bike back in Bariloche) turns up. With hands completely black with bike grease, I eat some Choripan, yum! Duran continues on his way (the opposite way on the circuit that I was going). Emily wants to tag along with me. She turns out to be really annoying. I don't want to leave her because it will be dark before we get back. (maybe it wouldn't be if I were going by myself, but dam she was slow, stopping everywhere to take pictures, I was like "come ON!") We get back about 8 o'clock.
Shower. Dress. Go out to dinner with Dama, Mica, Erandi, and Ian (my roommate), and guess who tags along, Emily! Ordering dinner is hysterical. Mica and emily decide to each order something and split it.
She can’t make up her mind.
Okay I want this.
No wait changed my mind.
I want fries with my dinner.
Mica will have potatoes with hers.
Wait no, potatoes with mine, nothing with Mica’s.
So potatoes with yours?
No, fries with mine, wait, I’m not sure.
It took about 20 minutes, no joke, lol.
Me and Ian were just rolling our eyes and laughing, this girl was ridiculous, weird.
18 years old, in SA traveling by herself, but couldn’t actually do anything by herself or make up her mind.
After we finally get done ordering, she goes back to the waiter and cancels the fries, I’m dying.
The food was delicious - half kilo of Bife de Chorizo (mmm... argentine steak).
The restaurant was really cool too, had huge trees growing up in the middle of it and going out the ceiling.
Hang out afterward in the hostel with Dama, Mica, and Erandi, drinking coffee and eating alfajores.
I think I’m going out to get coffee with Dama, Mica, and Erandi tonight (Wednesday in Buenos Aires); Dama and Mica are back in Buenos Aires for the day (Dama off to summer school at Pepperdine, Cali, Mica off to Brazil), Erandi for a few weeks.
Overall, a sweet day.
Check out some of the pics!