April 4 - 7
As I dragged us so far south it meant that we then had to get back north. Considering that Argentina is the size of India we knew that these few weeks were going to be a whirlwind of long bus journeys, lots of checking in and out and the much-readed packing and unpacking. We took the bus from El Calafate and embarked on our longest bus journey to date...a 28 hour one! Now many of you have asked how on earth you can sit on a bus for that long but believe me they aren't what you imagine. The key is to choose the cama seats which basically are huge comfy armchairs that go horizontal. Add in the fact that you get served steak and red wine (on a previous journey even champagne) and there is a constant flow of movies. Ok so the movies so far have been Machete and a dreadful horror but we are finding the more buses we do the better the films get. Ashton sleeps for most of the journey (there are more pictures of me sleeping but that's only because I haven't taken any of her), we chat very little, take pictures of the changing landscape, discuss what on earth we are doing with our lives, sleep a little more, eat, watch a film and before you know it you're arrived at the next destination. The destination of choice this time was Bariloche, a sleepy little ski village in the middle of the Lake District. Maybe it is the fact that it has the same name but it feels very much like our Lake District but bigger. Bariloche also wouldn't look out of place in France really and again it was totally different to El Calafate. We had a lovely few days here and did a few walks through Llao Llao valley, ate lots of ice cream and just relaxed that little bit more. Unfortunately when we went to book our bus ticket out of Bariloche to cross into Chile we couldn't and so we had to change the itinerary (missing out Pucon) and head north to Mendoza in Argentina.
