It’s always an interesting thing when you fly from the northern hemisphere to the southern. It’s like a time warp six months into the future (or past). Europe was winding down the warm weather so in our endeavour to chase summer around the globe, we flew to Argentina just as it was coming out of the winter deep freeze. Ahhh, sunny, tropical South America, right? Wrong. We thought we were gonna skip winter altogether, yet there we were, out on the Patagonian tundra layered up with all the warm clothes that we had lugged around Eastern Europe for three months. Instead of surfing and sun tanning we found ourselves hiking through meter-deep snow to get to a glacier! I had to wear my capilene long johns to walk to the grocery store for God’s sake! Another 20 hour bus ride had gotten us to Bariloche at the foot of the Argentine Andes in the so-called Lake District. (I think I’m getting used to these 20 hour bus rides. Not). I guess it just wouldn’t feel right as a couple Canucks going a whole year without getting a soaker from a slushy puddle.
Aside: Bariloche really is a nice town. It sits on a pristine mountain-fed lake with the snow-capped Andes as a backdrop. I was a bit sketched out by this one store downtown, though. Check out the last pic in the sequence below.
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| Looks like northern Ontario with mountains |
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| Can't wait for patio weather |
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| Mount Tronador glacier |
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| Strike a pose, bird |
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| How many mountain rainbows have you seen? |
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| This was after a wicked skid stop by Elise |
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| No caption needed |
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