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Bariloche – Refugio Frey and Refugio LĂłpez treks

After returning from Gaiman on Friday I collected my bags and headed to the bus station for my first (16hr) bus journey to Bariloche. I booked the more expensive seats, which meant they nearly reclined fully turning them into beds.

When I awoke the landscape had changed into grassy foothills and quickly turned evergreen and mountainous. Think Switzerland (or that’s what I imagine as I’ve never been there). I was excited to be on Ruta 40 which is a famous road which runs the length of Argentina. It was beautiful and I spent the next few hours watching the scenery. To be fair everything that I’ve seen in Patagonia has been a treat for the eyes.

The afternoon I arrived in Bariloche I decided to go for a hike. This is after-all why I am here, to build up for the O circuit. I was told it was a little late in the day to start but there was a short hike to a viewpoint. I got on the bus as instructed but quickly realised it was going in the wrong direction. I got off and took a bus going in the other direction. It then dawned on me that I had read the map wrong and now in fact I was going in the wrong direction. I got off at the edge of town and decided to look around Bariloche instead. It’s a largely tourist town set on the side of a beautiful lake. People come in the summer for the hiking and in winter for the skiing.

Back at the hostel I made a few friends, one of whom Monica, wanted to join me for the trek to Refugio Frey.

Refugio Frey

Is a 12km walk to a beautiful lake in the mountains. It’s well worth the trek and one of Bariloche’s busiest trails, made worse for us as the day we decided to go there was some kind of race across the mountains where we constantly had to jump out of the way of oncoming runners. You can either opt to camp at the top or walk back to the beginning of the trail. Busses return to the city once and hour at 15 minutes past and at time of writing the last bus back is 9:15pm. It’s roughly 3 hours to the top and 2 back down again. But it took us 4 to get there and closer to 3 to return.

When I saw Monica in the morning I realised she was not dressed for a hike. I’m not sure if she understood the distance involved but she had thought I meant something else. She decided to come along anyway and we set off on the trail. It’s a fairly easy path that rises slowly through some Forrest before working it’s way around the side of the mountain alongside a lake. The path was dusty and after around an hour there are a few simple rocks to climb over. It became apparent that Monica’s shoes were not really up to the job and I wanted to set a much faster pace, mainly to challenge myself and to make sure we made it back in time.

Halfway along the trail it heads away from the lake and into a forest. There is a stream at this point if you need water and the path starts to climb more rapidly. Monica was great at chatting to other hikers and we learnt that the last two kilometres of the path was a steep climb-watch out for that!

Just as we hit the steep section we met Camila from Mar del Plata, who was happy to join our slow trek and she was meeting a friend of a friend at the top. The last push was tough and I kept lying to Monica saying it was only another 5mins. But we made it to the top and in the clothes Monica was wearing it’s something she should be proud of.

If you would like more detailed information about the trek then you can find it here

We made it back in time for a shower, beer, dinner and bed. I probably stayed up a little later than I should but was good to swap tales with other travellers.

Refugio LĂłpez

I decided to go for another trek the following day and opted for Refugio Lopez. It’s a 6km walk all up a steep incline to the Refugio which takes around 2 hours. From there you can climb to the top of the mountain to Pisca Tourista which is another 3 hour round trip. The decent from Refugio Lopez is about 1 1/2 hours. To get there you can take the number 10 bus or a combination of the 21 & 13.

At the bus stop I recognised a few of the hikers from the previous day. Camila was also on the bus, headed to a much more relaxing destination.

I got talking to an American couple from Minnesota, Nathan and Melissa, where were expert climbers. They wanted to do some proper rock climbing but we’re having problems finding equipment. It was a really enjoyable assent and good to find out much more about a rural part of the US and we made it up in 2 hours.

I decided to continue as Sam who I met in Puerto Madryn had been in contact and I was meeting him later that night so I followed the “path” up the mountain, which basically consisted climbing over rocks. The trail signs were marked in red, many of you know it’s not the best colour for me, and when it turned to rock there were no footprints to follow.

I lost my way and realised it would be very easy to fall down so I stopped for lunch, I then realised I had left my water at the Refugio. Taking this as a sign I decided to head back down and was rewarded with another new friend.

After a rest I decided to head down to the bus stop as I had just enough time to make it back. I lost the trail on the way and soon realised that I was following a dry stream, it was steep but passable and it soon met up with the trail again. I also saw a tiny snake and I’m not sure who was more scared-I hate snakes.

If you would like more detailed information about the trek then you can find it here

The bus arrived and I ran into Camila again who gave me some more restaurant tips. I made it to the hostel and nearly collapsed, realising I had to pack quickly before heading out to meet Sam.

We went to a steak restaurant and I had my first experience of Argentine steak. It’s easily the best steak I’ve had in my life and both steaks in the picture below cost around £12.

I don’t even know how to begin to describe it but it was so tender and you didn’t need to add any flavour. I will be eating more steak here. I called it an early night as I had to leave for Chille in the morning.

Gaiman, a little slice of Welsh in Patagonia

My bus to Bariloche didn’t leave until 8pm Friday night so I thought I’d take some time to visit Gaiman a town built by Welsh settlers and famous for serving Welsh Tea in several tea rooms. Some people here even still speak Welsh.

I jumped on the bus for Trelew (leaving Puerto Madryn every hour), about an hours journey, and then caught a bus to Gaiman (leaving every half hour) another 45mins and was dropped off in the main square. I picked a direction to walk in and happily ended up at the tourist information office.

The gentlemen inside apologised for not speaking more English, people here I think are the most friendly I’ve ever met, and showed me a few places to visit. Sadly I didn’t have time to visit any of the museums but Gaiman is a beautifully tranquil town I wish I could have spent the night in. Most things opened in the afternoon and I had to leave by three to get back. I started by heading up to the viewing point.

And then along a disused rail tunnel which also explains some history in Spanish. It was pretty dark in there.

Crossed the rope bridge

I visited the Church

And took a little tour of the town

I had a tour of the tea shops and as I was leaving one opened so I popped in.

and had a huge array of cakes to myself for 330 pesos. I also drank 4 cups of tea, which is a lot by my standards. It was really good and flavoured more like Earl Grey which is more up my street.

I had to run to catch the bus but it would have been nice to stay all afternoon. I think that is the closest thing I will get to anything British for a long time.

Next stop. Bariloche.

Puerto Madryn, Punta Tombo and Peninsula Valdes

My next stop was Puerto Madryn in Patagonia travelling over 1500 miles on two flights. I was particularly excited as Patagonia is one of the main reasons that I came to South America. I awoke early, took a taxi to Salta airport, withdrew cash and in the process left my card in the machine. Thanks to everyone who responded, especially Gary. The first flight was fine and landed in Cordoba. The flights went without issue, except at the second airport there were two gates boarding at the same time and half the passengers nearly ended up on the wrong plane.

Patagonia is renowned for strong winds and I got my first taste of them during landing. You could feel the plane being blown around, which I thought was fun, before touching down perfectly. I landed at Trelew which has more flights then Puerto Madryn’s transport is 300 pesos and takes around an hour.

There are two main destinations, Punta Tombo a penguin colony with 1 million penguins and Peninsula Valdes where you can see Sea Lions, Penguins and Orcas. Both trips will set you back 1450 pesos plus the entrance fees to the parks around 400 pesos each if you take a tour.

I met Sam and Dena, both Swiss, at check in to La Torsca Hostel, which I can recommend, and we decided to hire a car instead to see the local wildlife. It seemed more fun and meant we could go at our own pace-plus it was cheaper.

That night I explored a little of the Puerto Madryn. It’s fairly touristy along the sandy beach, which looks straight out on to the Atlantic-yes the water is freezing! It seems really safe and reminds me of a small US city. The bars along the front are a little pricey. I’d recommend going to La Milonga, on 9 de Julio for pizza. It’s filled with locals and was one of the best pizzas I’ve ever had! So much mozzarella. The Italian influence is really good thing.

The next day we set out to hire a car. The first place had none available and the other two were not open despite their opening times being present. I started to panic thinking I should have taken a tour but we opted for a coffee and I decided to take a leaf out of the Latin style of life and relax. Before I knew it, we had a car and were on our way to see penguins at Punto Tombo. Be warned if you do drive, or take a tour, it’s a long way! The maps made it look really close, but this is Argentina and I’m learning that nothing is close. It was 170km each way. The road was pretty straight through the steppes with sting winds trying to blow the car all across the road. In this part of Patagonia the steppes are largely flat and covered in bushes. There is no shade so do not attempt to walk. The last 17km was a gravel road which felt like it took forever but after three hours we arrived and was time to see the penguins. We forgot to bring any food and whist there is a cafe it’s not cheap, we did not make the same mistake the next day.

I feel that this is a really good nature reserve. The entrance fee goes to support the wildlife and the park is not too intrusive. Tourists are allowed to follow a path which winds its way through the colony to the beach-although you do get really close to the penguins and they cross the path it doesn’t feel intrusive. Truth be told the penguins could not care less if we were there or not. I’m not sure we even registered as they mostly sat there sleeping or pruning their feathers without even looking at us. I’ll let the pics go the rest of the talking.

The next day it was time for Peninsula Valdes. This looked much closer on the map and after around and hour we arrived at the visitors centre and the drive down to the beautiful village Puerto Pirámides, where Dena was spending a few days-I wish I was too.

After some photos and a coffee we stated the journey to Punta Norte, all by gravel road. After about 5km there were two guys walking down the road hitchhiking. They would be headed nowhere fast as it was around 70km still to the first stop, so we picked them up and headed off together. It turned out the two lads 17/18 were from Buenos Aires and this was their first trip away alone. One of the guys spoke really good English and they were both really polite and happy to come along. It’s little things like this that you don’t get from a tour and we had a nice cultural exchange.

A Peludo joined us for lunch.

We waited at Punta Norte but the Orcas must have not been paying attention to the time as they did not come. Still there was plenty of other wildlife to see.

We were told that if we drove another 40km down the coast then we would see the Orcas. So off we headed and stopped to see more penguins on the way-which was nice as that’s what our passengers really wanted to see.

Still no Orcas but that is nature’s way and it was time to head back. We dropped off the hitchhikers, Dena at her hostel and Sam and I headed back to the city to drop off the car. After nearly 800km of Driving it had been a fun couple of days.

Tomorrow I was getting the bus to Bariloche but before then I decided to squeeze in a trip to Gaiman and get some Welsh tea.

A Weekend in Salta

I was driven to the bus station in Jujuy and I was happy when Elizabeth came with me to book the ticket to Salta. The journey was much smoother than I expected and I was soon booked into a hostel. The walk from the station nearly killed me as my bags were so heavy. I either need to get stronger or lose some items quickly as Patagonia beckons. I arrived at the hostel exhausted, desperate for a hot shower, but before that was delicious WIFI. As I hadn’t eaten properly I grabbed some bread and ham from a local shop and stayed in for the rest of the evening, taking advantage of the dorm that was to be, for tonight at least, my own private room. Alas not for long as some other guests arrived early the next morning.

This weekend I wanted to explore Salta, but before I could do that I had to book my next steps. I spend a few frantic hours looking for flights to Bariloche, which had doubled in price, before I decided to visit Puerto Mardyn (with a little help from some friends) and then spent a long time working out my Patagonia itinerary, which will take the best part of 50 days!

On Saturday I ventured out of the hostel to find most places closed for Siesta, but I did manage to order ibuprofen from a chemist and food in a restaurant. Another storm hit-is a theme so far of this trip but it is rainy season. Some of the roads looked more like streams than anything else.

Elizabeth had recommended a supermarket outside of the main town so I decided to take a look as I’ll be cooking a lot in Patagonia. The store was literally the biggest I’ve ever seen. It was so big they didn’t even bother with baskets. It was a choice of a trolley or nothing. As far as I could tell the sold everything, smiley cooked potato faces? Check! Actually I wanted to take the tray.

They also had a lot of everything. Mayonnaise anyone? I was kinda in heaven.

I grabbed some ingredients to cook at the hostel and save some money. The lines are very slow here in Salta as the cashier packs two items at a time into bags that are inappropriately designed for anything. Things are more relaxed here and eventually I had the opportunity to pay.

When I got back to the hostel around 9pm I made hasty plans to go for a drink with Fer and the receptionist who I’d been chatting to earlier in the day. They both spoke much better English than I do Spanish! I thought we would head out around 10, they started eating around 10:30 in the hostel and then we had some drinks while we waited for the receptionists girl friend to arrive. She did about 12 and we headed out to what I thought was a bar around 1am. When we got there it turned out to be a restaurant which was heaving, whatever they were cooking smelt delicious. The whole place was a maze of rooms and tables and locals performing at the tables it was great. Just ruined by the rain as there is a huge outside area. I suddenly realised there were children running around and it was 1am. Whole families were sitting around eating and this is perfectly normal-I still have not worked out when people sleep as I don’t Siesta. But things are late here. We tucked into some delicious sangria before heading to another bar where I nearly feel asleep. Things were still going strong but we left early and returned at 4am. Amparo who i met in Aldea Luna said she didn’t get to a club before 6am…

Oh as a quick aside everyone here seems to have watched Black Mirror and

I managed to leave the hostel at around 12pm the next day, which I thought was respectable and decided to head to Cerro San Bernardo, which is a lookout point above the city. You can reach it by cable car or stairs and I opted to take the active route. A sign happily told me that it is a 276 metre climb. I didn’t bother to count the stairs which took around an hour but it well with the effort.

At the top is a waterfall, some spectacular views a cafe and lots of people having lunch. I stayed for a while before heading back to the hostel to make some food.

It would turn out to be a lot of food. As I’ve been eating it for the past few days. I realised that I didn’t have any oil so cooked the sausages first to use their fat-I mention this as if anyone has any tips for what to use as oil when traveling that would really help! Anyways it turned out great.

I went out that evening again to another district that was a row of bars and had a few drinks before having an early night.

The next say I decided to see some culture and visited the History and Anthropology museum, the latter housed a mummy, a 15 year old girl, who was left as a sacrifice at the top of a 6000 metre high mountain. Due to the climate she is mostly preserved, but as with the British Museum it felt wrong to stare at a dead person. I also visited a couple of churches and it rained again. This time I couldn’t tell where it was coming from as the Sky was blue. The picture below was taken in the pouring rain!

After that cleared up I treated myself to an ice cream, which is the best ice cream I have ever tasted, in the plaza as I read Into Patagonia. It must be the Italian influence but I can say it’s worth coming to Argentina for the ice cream alone.

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Purmamarca, Tilcara and the Argentine Salt Flats

On the second Sunday I was at Aldea Luna i was given the opportunity to visit some of the special places in the Jujuy Provence. Having just read Yes Man and knowing I wouldn’t otherwise have the opportunity I jumped at the change. Martin was our driver for the day and I went on the trip with Leandro and Laura. I’m going to make this post photo heavy and less writing as the photos speak for themselves (if you would like to read about my time there you can in the previous post).

It took and hour to get back to Jujuy and after an hour of driving the landscape had changed from lush green mountains to much higher mountains with cactus-I was informed this was a dry region. Our first stop was Pumamarca, made famous but the mountain of seven colours.

The next stop was the Argentine Salt lakes (I can’t remember their official name) and to get there we had to climb to over 4000 metres before we reach the lakes that are somewhere over 3000 metres. Pumamarca is at 2000 metres so the road climbs over two kilometres in about an hour. It’s the highest I’d ever been and I felt the altitude. These photos were taken on the drive to the lakes.

When we arrived at the Salt Lakes it had rained, which is why you see that mirroring effect. I was pretty excited as it’s on my bucket list to visit the Salt lakes in Bolivia. I didn’t realise they were so close here and it was my first proper taste of the Andes! It just gave me a glimpse of how vast this beautiful country is.

Last on the list was Tilcara, the regions party town, getting ready for Carnival that I’d miss as I still had two weeks at Aldea Luna. This was Laura’s last stop and we had a wonder around the town and dropped Laura off at her hostel. Then it was a long drive back to Aldea Luna (if you would like to read about my time there you can in the previous post)

Aldea Luna – Three Weeks Country Living

Keen to put the flights behind me I was happy to receive a text from Martin saying he was early to pick me up. The first stop was Jojoy (think whowhoey) a 90 minute drive where we picked up his son Mathias and nephew Juan. Aldea Luna is a further hour drive into the wild. We quickly left the tarmac behind and started driving through streams and making steep climbs. When the road became impossible by car we swapped into pickup truck better suited to the terrain. I was warned due to the storm the previous day, the one that stopped me from landing at Salta, that we might not be able to make it all the way. And we very nearly didn’t.

Aldea Luna is halfway up one of the Andes foothills (an altitude of 1500m) in 100 hectares of untouched heavily forested land, bordered by two streams whose flow rapidly changes due to the storms, one of which you need to fjord before you can access the property. After stopping to inspect levels we drove across and up a steeper road mainly made of boulders and mud.

On reaching the top I was greeted by Elizabeth, who would be my Spanish teacher, and Ana, 4, who is a bit of a legend around these parts. As I started chatting to Anna the volunteers returned from their morning activities: Amparo, Enrique and Rita, all from Buenos Aires and Melodie and Roman from France. Everyone went out of their way to make me feel really welcome especially as I quickly realised I knew 0 Spanish. Enrique chatted with me in English all afternoon and translated conversations for me.

After this, the daily schedule runs roughly like this (with Saturdays and Sundays free):

8am Wake up

8:30am Breakfast

9am Work, largely weeding so far

1pm Lunch

2pm Siesta

5pm Spanish lesions – I am the only one learning but more cake for me!

9pm Dinner

11pm Bed

The second day I woke to a huge storm. I was told that we couldn’t work in the rain and later that morning we made gnocchi, which would be our lunch and dinner. I was told Rita and Jaun were impressed with my gnocchi making skills but I couldn’t tell the difference.

After lunch the sky cleared up and I was desperate to get moving, after having sat on my still for the better part of a week. We headed down to the river, slipping and sliding on the wet muddy paths. The stream was deep, muddy and really strong with the recent storms so we couldn’t go far. Juan jumped in and filled his boots with water. Something that seemed to be a pastime if his!

Here at Aldea Luna there are 40 chickens, several cows, that wander in from the farm next door, 4 dogs, 2 cats, one Poco breaks into our dorm each night, and three kittens.

The dorm building for volunteers where I sleep has 7 beds and there is another private building for guests. There is a communal building with a kitchen where we spend our days and another couple of buildings that provides accommodation for the owners. Due to the location there is no reception, unless you walk up the trails for an hour and no internet.

After lunch the Melodie, Roman and Enrique started drinking wine so I took off with Juan on my first proper trek to Punto Alta, a viewpoint with mobile reception. Various dogs always join anyone who is going on a walk and they raced ahead, behind and generally got in the way as much as possible. I was exhausted after 2 minutes as it’s a steep start but I faired well on the trail with forest on one side and a huge drop to more forest on the other and barely enough room for two people to pass.

Enrico left on the Sunday morning and Laura, an Argentine who lives in Canada, arrived. Rita, Melodie, Amparo, Laura and I decided to take the river walk to Los Manzanos, from my understanding a series of waterfalls. The day started off sunny, we carefully climbed over boulders, and crisscrossed the stream for over an hour before deciding to stop not having reached our destination.

Melodie and I read while the others carried on a short way. As soon as they were out of sight the wind changed and we sensed rain. When they returned the rain started falling and turned into a full on storm. Gone were the precautions of before and we splashed down stream. The water was rising and turning a dark shade of brown as the rain washed the mud into the water. I did start to panic a little as the area is known for flash floods but much sooner than I realised we were back at the main trail to hostel. Not a bad adventure for a second hike.

Today I finished reading American Gods and started reading Yes Man.

Rita left early on the Monday morning to catch her flight. We were put to work in the allotments weeding-apparently the best time to do this is after a storm-and I planted chilli. In the afternoon Romain built a fire and we were all treated to hot showers, my only one of the three weeks I spent here.

The following morning we were told that a tree had fallen during the storms and was blocking the only road into the hostel. We geared up with machetes and a chain saw and hiked down the road. Halfway to the tree Martin met us in the pick up truck. With fond memories of Namibia I jumped in the back although I suspect this was Melodie’s first time as she didn’t take to it quite as well.

We reached the tree and Martin took it apart with the chainsaw whist we pulled the felled branches to the side of the road. It was all good until I decided I’d take charge of the rope pulling the branch whilst it was cut. I probably should have moved quicker but being dedicated to the cause I realised I had no time to run so positioned myself between two branches as it fell around me. I was told by everyone else that they were worried but I only had a small scratch to show. I seem to have more lives than cats!

Later in the week Amparo, Melodie and Romain had started on the wine, i was invited but alas I had Spanish. They came in to get a couple more bottles during the lesson and after it finished I was keen to join them. So we sat outside listening to music and chatting before dinner. The next day was the latest that I’ve woken so far.

The next day we continued gardening but this time in the lower field before it was cut short by more rain. After lunch we took a walk down to the other river and decided to take a short walk along its banks. The stream was swollen so we didn’t get far but I did take the time to show Amparo how to play Pooh Sticks, I’m not sure she got it, and Melodie took a million photos on my camera.

Later that night we had an impromptu disco using the strobe setting on my ridiculous light before having mint tea.

Melodie and Romain left early on the Thursday morning. When I put on my boots I thought there was a stone inside. The stone the seemed to be moving around as I filled my bottle so I went to take off my boots and found a friend inside. Luckily for him he was unharmed and was set free.

As we were closer to the house I asked Anna if i could see the kittens and she brought them out in a bucket so we could play.

In the afternoon the sun came out and we decided to take on the same stream as the day before. Amparo took off to look for a secluded spot whist I documented Juan’s attempts at drowning himself in a stream about 30cm deep. I laughed when one of his boots washed off and he had to chase after it. His next move was to fill the boots with mud which I’m not sure really achieved much . He seemed happy and discovered some cow bones. We caught up with Amparo who was reading under a waterfall. It was a great place to stay and I went back a few weeks later, however, Spanish lessons beckoned so I headed back to the hostel.

Whilst in my Spanish lesson Ed (British), Nicholas and Leo (Argentine) arrived. It was our first clear night so we sat out watching the stars and looking at the ridiculously beautiful moon-I’m not sure the photos do it any justice.

When Elizabeth and Martin found out I hadn’t spoken to my mum since I landed I was ordered to trek to Punto Alto. This was also because there was a tree blocking the trail that needed felling so I took a machete and headed off with Laura and Leo. After finding the tree which was at one of the points where there is a huge drop to one side of the train we attacked it with machetes. At Punta Alta I called Mum and then some of my friends. None of them answered but I had a missed call from George. I phoned back and had a conference call in the corner of the office with Alexa (Yes she’s a real person who I called at the airport), Imogen, Gemma and I think Jordan popped by?

When I returned Amparo and Juan had left and Amparo had claimed the loft space for me so I moved all my things up.

After my Spanish lesson I was walking back to the lodgings and Laura called out to me and Ed. She had spotted something that made me grateful there was only a toad in my boots the day before.

I went to ask Elizabeth what to do and she suggested the person with the longest arms grab a shovel, lift up Jose and run as far away as possible. Being 6’7 Ed won this contest and after a couple of attempts my camera ran out of battery but Ed had him on the shovel and ran tostada the chickens. Elizabeth was worried… that the chickens would eat Jose alive! Now I’m not sure of which to be more afraid, the chickens or Jose.

Jose is apparently harmless to humans. He eats baby mice and is not poisonous. They do something that asphyxiates the mice. That said I’m now checking my boots!

The second Saturday was a day of hiking. Laura, Leo and I took some forest paths in the morning. I wanted to reach Los Manzanos in the afternoon and as we didn’t leave until 2pm Elizabeth showed the path via Sunset Point that cut off a section of the river. We were told to make a marker so we could find our way back but as soon as we got down to the river there was a rancid smell coming from a bull that must have drowned in the floods-it served as a good marker.

The stream was the shallowest I have seen it so we set off at a good pace and found the waterfalls. I hadn’t had a shower in a few days as we had been low on water so I took the opportunity to bathe in the stream. It was cold. Really cold. I’m also convinced it’s not a good thing that I found lots of small stones in my belly button later that night.

Finished Yes Man, started So You’ve Been Publicly Shamed

The opportunity came up to take a day trip to the mountain of seven colours and the Argentine Salt Lake-I didn’t know either of these existed until very recently. I have a lot of photos that are well worth looking at and you can find them here. We left Laura in Tilcara, her next stop.

The next day the river was clear enough to pump water. I’m not sure exactly how the pumping works but it involves having several generators, the first pumping water from the river to barrel, which overflows and then having 3-4 more generators doing the same, moving the water up the hill. I had one job. That was to turn off my generator if the water from the pipe stopped flowing. After 1 hour and 45 mins this happened. I turned off the generator and ran down the hill to the generator by the river which I was also instructed to turn off (two jobs-see I’m going up in the world). Martin was already there and we had enough water. Today Ana and Guille arrived.

After we hit the sunset trail at the weekend I had suggested it would be fun to clear it. Ed, Ana, Guille, Nicholas and I set off with machetes and diligently hacked everything growing on the path to pieces. Especially the annoying scratchy plants that had been pissing me off on the walks. At some point we must have taken a wrong turn so had an impromptu photo shoot in the stream.

In the afternoon Martin pumped out Dr Dre. My class was once again cancelled and I finished So You’ve Been Publicly Shamed and started E2, the first book was recommended by Siobhan. Siobhan, the second book is good.

I felt a little down in the evening mainly due to so many people having left so I opened my first quote: “What is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life” – Mary Oliver

The next day Anna brought one of the kittens up to the main building so I took the opportunity to get some pics.

On the second Thursday Nicholas left and Fran and Caroline, a couple from Carlisle, arrived. They have lived here for two and a half years. After they travelled South America they decided they didn’t enjoy living in England so moved here permanently. After this point the English speakers outnumbered the Spanish so I understood most of what happened!

I finished reading e2 and started The Psychopath Test.

On the last Saturday I went with Ana and Guille to El Charco and back along the river. The Sun was shining and it was a fun walk. Like a child I walked in the water all the way back.

The next day was a washout which put and end to Ed and my plans of venturing on a long walk and tackled the much shorter green circuit. Ana and Guille left in the morning, leaving the dorm to Ed and myself. Which in hindsight was possibly the best thing that could have happened.

I finished reading The Psychopath Test

There was some unexpected drama on the final Sunday. The rain did not stop and it stormed well into Monday morning. It literally was a scene from a movie with water coming from all angles-I was excited to test my waterproof trousers for the first time. Before we went to bed Elizabeth told us that one of the guests was taken ill with a fever. He had a high temperature but the problem is with the storm there was no where he could go. So we gave him what supplies we could and waited out the storm.

That night I took a turn for the worse and had a stomach upset that would last for three days. I skipped breakfast and felt okay around midday. When I awoke no one was around so I thought I’d look at the stream. When I got there Martin had arrived and everyone was helping the couple through the storm surge. Luckily I was there as my help was needed to help everyone across the stream-it’s not been this high in eight years! The guy was taken to hospital and was fine, he also had a preexisting medical condition that we were unaware of and hadn’t brought his medication.

Once back up at the hostel we returned there were just five of us left to run the place (including Ana). It was a weird feeling to, not feel trapped, but to be nearly alone with no solo means of escape whilst the surge continued-if we needed to leave then there were methods. Stupidly I had some boiled rice for lunch which did not help my stomach so I took to bed. Ed, Caroline and Fran were great at nursing me and I counted my luck that everyone could speak English. Elizabeth returned the following day and I still had several Spanish lessons to catch up on so we crammed them into the final few days. On Thursday I began eating plane boiled rice but I’m desperate for all the food I’ve been dreaming of. Still is been hoping for an illness that would help me lose some weight and boy oh boy dreams do come true. Just be careful what you wish for.

I’ve really enjoyed my time at Aldea Luna. It’s like living with a family and I’ve definitely learn some more Spanish. Hopefully enough to build from. I do have to say I am looking forward to having WIFI again, and eating meat. I’ve realised I am more of a city person, which will be interesting as I head to Patagonia one of the least populated places in the world! But I tried being a vegetarian, and maybe it’s the fact I’ve not had a proper meal since Sunday, but it’s not for me. But will help me eat less meat. And initially not having the internet was fun. I don’t miss social media but I do miss communicating with people. But as I said it’s been a fun few weeks, I’ve made some great friends who I hope I will see again when I get to Buenos Aries and Mendoza. And if I time Mendoza right I can be there to celebrate my birthday with Jaun, who’s is the day before mine. Elizabeth has also convinced me to visit Uruguay so this has been added to the agenda.

Here are some more pics to finish off:

Kindness of Strangers

I made it to Salta after 37 hours of travelling which was an eventful journey. I spent 5 hours in Madrid recreating this blog after I realised the previous one wouldn’t let me post photos (thanks to Elliot for sorting the DNS) not essential but annoying as the point it to post more photos.

I boarded the 13 hour flight to Buenos Aries to discover the screens were from the early 90s. Not a problem as I had planned for this and wanted to sleep for most of the duration. Realising I was getting a migraine I thought I’d try and sleep it off-I’d put my tablets in my hols luggage, another life lesson, so popped a sleeping pill and hoped for the best. At which point I started to feel really sick and had hot and cold flushes for the next few hours. I wasn’t really sure what to do on a plane so I sat there quietly swearing to myself holding that I wouldn’t need a trip to the bathroom. I slowly started feeling better, skipped breakfast and arrived tired but in good spirits at 4am.

My next flight was at 6:40. Immigration was easy, everyone was friendly, spoke English. When I told them I couldn’t speak Spanish in Spanish they just said “I speak English”and before i knew it I was on my next flight to Salta desperate for my bed and some recovery time.

We circled for what felt like a long time and then landed. There were a lot of announcements and then one in English saying that we couldn’t land in Salta due to bad weather. We landed in Tucumán, 200km, from Salta.

Fine I thought as they would provide transport for me. After disembarking there were a lot of angry passengers and shouting in Spanish. I then found out that the choice was to make our own way to Salta or to fly back to Buenos Aries and they would attempt to fly us back when the weather cleared up. Jet lagged and confused I called Alexa, who found out how I could get there using transport, and then a lady started speaking to me in Spanish. I think this is where my constant confused face played to my advantage. I was introduced to a girl and her sister, whose father and brother I met soon after. Very quickly they had sorted me out with money, water and kept offering me snacks and sweets. All despite me not really being able to speak any Spanish-although they did understand the little I said. Turns out the other customers demanded the airline provided transport and we were to travel by coach to Salta.

Having landed at 9am the coach arrived at 12 and then took an hour to board-don’t get an airline to run a coach company and then it was a swift 5 hour drive to Salta. Which was kinda great as I wanted to see the country and saw my first dog.

The family then gave me a lift to my hotel and offered to show me around the city. Agustina, the Mother who I met in Salta spend a month in Norwich of all places and doesn’t seem to have put her off England. My only problem is that I don’t have definite plans to come back but I’ll see if I can squeeze a couple of days in.

By the time I arrived it was late so I took a short walk around town and I’m going to be picked up in an hour, which is why this is rushed, for my next destination outside of Jujuy. Martin is early and I won’t have reception for three weeks. Until then.

Currently Reading: American Gods…still

Here are some random protons of Salta that don’t do it justice:

London to Madrid

Today I work up at 5am, packed away my sleeping bag. Took one last look at my room and picked up my bags. I was hesitant to leave the house having left the key on my desk upstairs and I was worried I had forgotten something. Even though I had meticulously packed my bags the day before, for the second time, I suppose I knew once I had shut the door that was the end of my fifth Brockley life.

Today I fly to Salta Argentina, via Madrid and Buenos Aries. Back in October I decided to quit my job at BAFTA and travel to South America. Patagonia being the main draw. Here I am three months later sitting at Madrid airport, having resisted Burger King and opted for a salad-small wins-still wondering what I’m really doing. As with everything in life it feels so normal. On the train to the airport my biggest fear was that the fonts don’t match on this blog when I publish from the app-it’s kinda hard to sort out the html from an iPhone-and this really bothered me until I realised it doesn’t matter.

Checkin went smoothly along with the security check before I was walking through Duty Free and realised I no longer had my passport. A massive panic and help from the amazing staff at the security checking area and I had it back in about 5minutes. This made me realise two things. If you are going to lose key documents do it in a highly secure area. And that I really did want to board the plane.

Then something really wonderful happened. I was able to meet up with my lovely cousin Sharon, who has been really supportive since I told her I was going. One of my goals in life is to have someone meet me at the airport when I land but the was actually better and had a really nice chat.

Other than having a small child kick my seat the entire flight here it’s been uneventful. You might be surprised to hear that I made friends with the parents, who were really sweet. And yeah I suppose thats what this trip is about. Doing things differently and looking at life from new perspectives.

AdiĂłs

Currently Reading – American Gods

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