It was a dark and stormy night when I got on the bus. The lightning flashed in the window sending me scurrying to my seat. I look to the person sitting on my right, to give them a week smile. It’s only a thunderstorm, right? But the lightning flashed again and my smile turned into screams only drowned out by the roar of the bus’s engine as we began our journey…
Haha, sorry… just thought that the title could totally be a horror story. Actually I unfortunately left on the most beautiful day in Cordoba that entire week. Sheesh, my luck. Thanks to my wonderful skill of being able to instantly fall asleep on a moving vehicle, the bus ride was perfectly fine.
We had one stop on the bus where we all got off to buy food if we wanted or go to an actual toilet. By the wait…toilets in South America…sometimes I think that the woods would be better. Just make sure if you are in South America, always have a wad of toilet paper and hand sanitizer available. So while waiting to get food I notice a guy ordering who is wearing shorts. Despite the fact that the weather in Argentina is perfectly fine to not be wearing layers upon layers, the locals seem to think otherwise. First hint. Then they’re talking. The woman behind the counter asks him a question. He answers “si”. She’s like, okay…sooo which drink? Then he snaps out of it and realizes what she asked him and said no.
Of course I can’t help my self. “Hola, de donde sos?” Hey where are you from.
That is how I met Wes.
Whom I promptly
stalked followed after getting off the bus asking if he wanted to get a taxi together to the center of town.
He gave the address of the hostel he had a reservation at.
I didn’t have a reservation at a hostel. So I just followed him.
That is how I ended up staying at Penthouse 1004. The best hostel ever, with a kitchen that has everything you could possibly need from a hostel kitchen and a killer view. I mean it’s on the 10th floor with a balcony next to lakes and mountains.
Watch out for the little dip in the concrete on the balcony next to the ledge. It nearly sent Wes toppling over 10 minutes into his Bariloche trip…well where he was actually in Bariloche.
After finding out about this nice little mountain to hike up, Cerro Capanario, Wes and I set out. To get to Cerro Campanario we had to put some money on the bus card. Also according to the bus schedule, the bus wasn’t coming for another 40 minutes. So we wandered around a little. It was really too bad it was such a downcast day.
By the time we actually got to the base of Cerro Campanario it was around 6 and the chairlift closed. We didn't see a path so we assumed the only way to get up was via chair lift. Well fuck. on the bright side I had seen a bunch of tiny chocolate stores on the bus ride there and had heard Bariloche was famous for their chocolate. A rumor I was very keen to test out.
Of course we order some artesnial beers, I ordered negro, he ordered rojo. And it was awesome cause we were basically sitting on animal pelts. I swear the one I was sitting on was alpaca and soft and beautiful and I was SO tempted to steal it…