We found ourselves on autopilot after crossing back from Puerto Madryn and were welcomed back to Odile by the German Hippy, Marcel. Back into the wooden lodge-like apartment and settling in by the roaring fire!
We hiked up to a false summit of a false summit (delayed because we looked after 5 kittens for 1 hour because mum had been eaten by a puma…).
As per usual, we sledged down in the snow on a plastic bag, the inaugural meeting of the Society of Homemade Inappropriate Toboggans (S.H.I.T).
We hiked the next day up to Rio Azul and took a fresh dip before heading up to a sketchy canyon jump and some cool caves.
The next few days were rained off - so we sheltered with Marcel and the dogs and the fire. Snow started and we finally got on the move back to Bariloche. The crossing was like when Hannibal crossed the alps - but less elephants and more Fiat Chronos’Leia mais
ArgentinaEl Bolsón Airport41°57’39” S 71°32’3” W
ArgentinaEl Bolsón Airport41°57’39” S 71°32’3” W