Hippie town with an awesome craft and food market
17.01.2010 - 25.01.2010 27 °C
We had booked a hostel, Hostel del Viajero, which translates as Hostel of Travellers, which was also a small holding and sounded right up our street, plus they picked us up from the bus station - winner! Augustine and Laura, the couple running the 'hostel' were very sweet. It was a series of log cabins across the river from the town, on their plot of land filled with trees, fruit bushes, vegetable garden, chickens and a fire to cook food on. The beds were matresses on the floor surrounded by curtains, it was very cute and cosey and we immediately settled in, Josh making as much mess as he could in the little time to make us feel comfortable.
(Rio Negro - running next to the town and near our hostel)
We headed straight for the market in the central plaza, whilst Rob had a sleep. It was full of cheap but quality goods and we both wished it was time to buy presents for everyone at home as the jewelery, crockery and furniture was all beautiful and quite unique. We also found the food part of the market, where we ate for the rest of the week whenever the market was on (tues, thurs, sat and sun). It was full of cheap and also veggie food: pizzas, pies, cakes, home-made beer, smoothies, chips - i was in heaven! Purely by chance we met some of the guys from the hostel in Bariloche and agreed to meet up that night.
Plaza Plaga where the food and craft market was held, and music too:
(Hand made Alfajores at the fruit farm. They are everywhere here and are 2 shortbread biscuits with dulce de leche in the middle - delicious but soooo sickly, even for me!)
We tried to find a club that night but the town was too quiet in the week so we hung out together in a bar for the evening instead. The rest of the week we explored the town; went to a fruit farm; got to know some of the other people staying in our cabin; walked up Mount Piltriquitron (the biggest peak on the ridge surrounding the town); had a 2hour, wonderful body massage; and relaxed in the park. Unfortunately, my body was still letting me down so I didn't make it all the ay up Mount Piltriquitron. I had tripped over the previous day and hit my face and knee on the pavement - ouch. So I walked from the refugio alone down the mountain feeling very useless and disappointed that my knee was stiff, as I really wanted to get to the top. I hitch hiked with a family down the mountain road and chilled out cooking dinner waiting for the boys to return.
(views from Mount Piltriquitron)
(the refugio 2.5 hours from the top)
We also visited Lago Puelo:
And a puppy found us:
She got on very well with Nina, 1 of the 2 dogs at the hostel. Rocko didn't like her too much but after searching we couldn't seem to find where she had come from. We planned to try again the next day but then she was gone - it was strange as Augustine had said he would try and ask his friends at the market if they wanted her but claimed he hadn't managed to find her that morning, she just disappeared
On our last afternoon I went horse riding up to the mirrador (look out) over the Rio Negro Canyon, it was breathtaking, but I forgot my camera Whilst i was riding Josh and Rob went to buy our tickets to return to Bariloche the next morning. We decided we had to see a glacier before we left Patagonia, seeing as none of us had ever seen one before. So we dragged ourselves to the bust station early the next morning only to discover upon arrival at Bariloche that the only bus to Pampa Linda where the glaciers were was early the next morning! Doh!
(El Bolson early morning)