Bariloche, Argentina

My first few hours in Bariloche was quite possibly the worst hours I have experienced during my past months of traveling. After waking up on Sunday, changing all my plans, spending over 350 dollars, I arrived into Bariloche. I stayed in the airport to watch the Seahawks game, and then shortly after received an email from my new workaway host. In his email he asks me to be in Bolson (2 hours away) at 6 o’clock pm; he sent the email at 9 o’clock, pm. This left me walking around the streets on Bariloche with no place to stay. I hadn’t realized, as I hadn’t planned on staying in town, how notorious Bairloche was for “no hay lugar”, or “we don’t have room”. Thus I was walking around in the dark, hangry (hungry/ angry), with both my packs, searching for a place to stay. I ended up staying in a hotel that cost just over $50 a night….awesome.

Thankfully, I woke up the next day to a beautiful city and an opening at a hostel down the street. I crammed all my stuff into my bag (I bought a sleeping bag for the farm I was supposed to work on, and although I am able to fit it into my bag, it takes up over half the space), and went to get something to eat.

That day consisted of walking around and taking pictures. The next day I rented bikes with two people I met at hostel and we did a beautiful, but challenging, 13 mile bike ride through a part of the Patagonia. It was stunning.

I could easily live here.

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