El Bolsón, a little more than two hours and another greasy, curvy bus ride away from Bariloche. (Saturday)
In addition to his new tie-dyed shirt, Lou could have bought a vegetarian sandwich, some essential oils, what looked like a head of lettuce and some leftover chicken fried steak offered for $3 by an Israeli backpacker, and, most assuredly, some pot. We weren’t sure if we were in El Bolsón or at the Saturday market in Portland.
Ramon at the fair in El Bolsón
There’s a mass of high school graduates dressed in identical ski jackets and pants on the other side of the flags at the Cerro Catedral ski village. (Sunday)
What kitsch would Bariloche trade on if those Germans hadn’t imported their panchos (hot dogs), apple strudel and polka music 100 years ago?
Near Cerro Catedral
We saw a dozen mountain bikers, but none on the trail with us.
Looking toward the Cerro Catedral ski village, which is 10 miles and a $2 bus ride from Bariloche.
These mountain lupines are a few weeks behind the ones at lower elevation (12/30/12).
Looking toward the Nahuel Huapi coastline west of Bariloche