Post by Ella
Category: Into Argentina and Uruguay we go
The ever receding trail head
Post by Grubb. Searching my AllTrails app I found a trail labeled “moderate” that was midway between the Aerosilla chair lift and where we’re staying. I downloaded the directions. After we were unloaded from the lift and fortified by a cappuccino (for me) and a smoothie (for Ella), we caught a #20 bus and went…
Flash card animal talk
Post by Ella During our day tour along the seven lakes (see Never ending water post), guide Matthias kept us entertained by telling us about the wildlife found in the area. He has a deck of 5 x 7 laminated cards. He held up each photo and then passed the card around. I noticed that…
Truchas!
Post by Grubb. When I was growing up in Los Alamos and pursuing my juvenile delinquency, whenever the cops showed up someone would shout, “Truchas! Truchas!” and we would make like a trout and try to slip away. Here in Patagonia I look for Trucha on the menu. The first time I ordered trout for…
Never ending water
One of the many natural sights in the Bariloche area is the string of seven lakes which stretch from Bariloche to San Martin de Los Andes. The lakes nestle up to the Andes to the west, which is also the Chilean border. Interesting story about how the Andes were designated as the border. A lot…
Musical roads
Post by Grubb. Northwest of Bariloche where islets finger off from Lago Nahuel Huapi there is a promontory with a grand hotel called Llao Llao. The view from the forest surrounding the hotel was worth getting off the #20 bus to hike up a dirt road that had a weathered gray pointer with the barely…
The full panorama
Post by Ella Bus #20 took us up to the Aerosilla Cerro Campanario, a chairlift up to breathtaking views. The bus was full but again, our advanced age got us seats. A typical bus stop is a shelter made out of corrugated metal with a clever cut out so one can watch for the approach…
Nabbing a seat on the 20
Post by Grubb. The #20 bus travels the Av. Bustillo route that follows the road out of Bariloche up the coast of Nahuel Huapi. Yesterday, after searching for a Sube card and discovering the small kiosk that sold them on a backstreet in Bariloche, we caught #20 bus on another backstreet (still no dogs!). Being…
Quest for the gold
Post by Ella. Technically, it’s blue, but once you find it, it’s a treasure. The Holy Grail. The Sube card. Your ticket to ride the buses in Buenos Aires, Bariloche, Mendoza.. A transport card, purchase the card for 2000 ARS (US $2) and then top it up with credit. And for some reason, it is…
Moonlight over Lago Nahuel Huapi
Post by Ella I stepped out into the garden to take a peek at the stars, being the Southern hemisphere and all that. I shoulda studied up on these constellations. My iPhone camera wasn’t great with the stars but I did capture a bit of moonlight over the lake.
Blissful silence
Post by Ella. I haven’t said much about our accommodations. They’ve all been pretty good. In Buenos Aires, we had an apartment in Recoleta. Everything worked just fine. You really can’t get far from the noise but at least being on the 7th floor, the traffic sounds were muffled. But not the drunken singing in…
Los Desaparecidos
Post by Grubb. A black and white photograph of a smiling woman in her early-twenties. It is fifty years ago and she is a student attending a university in Córdoba, the same time I was in college back in the US. She studies and goes to political rallies, just as I did. We were part…
Back to Patagonia
Post by Ella We did a zig (Buenos Aires to El Calafate) then a zag (El Calafate to Còrdoba). Now we do another zig from Cordoba to Bariloche, which is back to Patagonia. See? That magical Calafate berry worked! This morning we had a fun ride to the airport with Pedro, our Uber driver. Again…
Rainy day walking
Post by Ella Amalfa, the beloved cartoon character. In Buenos Aires, there was a queue a block long just for the honor of a taking a pic of this 6 year old. Here in Córdoba, poor thing was alone in the rain. We stopped for coffee. This woman had been listening to a guy talking…
Our birth ring
Post by Grubb. In a section of Córdoba’s Bicentennial Park there is an array of large candy-colored rings where, if you go back up to a hundred years, you can find the ring acknowledging the year of your birth. By the date, there is a one line inscription calling attention to a significant development that…