Disclaimer: It wasn’t actually raining, thank god, or my dad, whom I lovingly stole this wonderful camera that takes these superb pictures from, would probably get slightly annoyed…or a lot.
However the weather was not great. So Wes and I put off climbing Catedral one more day in the slim hope that the weather would be much improved by the next morning. So the plan setting off was Circuito Chico. Sounds like a very doable thing, right? So we’re talking to the dude at the hostel, he’s pointing to stuff on the map, explaining how to get there (Bus 20 to the exit right before the last exit at the circle and take the right fork of the traffic circle and follow it up, then look for signs) but mostly I recalled him saying something about 1 hour to go and an hour to return if you just go down this one path and several more if you continued on and did some other stuff.
But of course the first thing we saw when we got off that bus…
And even worse was we thought we could get EVEN BETTER PHOTOS of everything from this golf course. The guy manning the entrance was pretty chill and told us we could go walk the course, although I think he just wanted us to only go as far as the club house or something.
Just as we are about to leave after taking the last of our pictures on this peninsula area, the guy comes out and tells us to get off the grass…probably cause it doesn’t give the best conditions. Either way we just told him we were leaving and continued on our merry way. And we came across a sign that said “Circuito Chico” YAY we were almost there. I mean we were still on a pavement road, we need to find the actual trail.
YAY We found it!
So we’re going down this path and the trees are even market with their name and a small explanation of what they are. Actually on the golf course we noticed this red bush that seemed to grow on trees. Since many of the trees it seemed to be growing on, because it didn’t look like it belonged, looked deadish and it was bright and pretty, i hazarded a guess that it was a parasite type plant. The cards totally proved me right.
And then we happened across a sign.
OMG! I had heard of Forrest of the Arrayanes, however I thought I had to take an expensive boat ride tour across the lake to get to it. You know it’s said that that forest is the model for Bambi. You know that adorable disney movie with the deer!!!!
Unfortunatly later when Wes and I were like OMG we saw forest of the Arrayanes, we were promptly informed by someone who had biked 15 km, 2 of them an annoying uphill, to get there that we in fact did not encounter the real forest, just a grove of the trees. Apparently in the real forest there’s cabins and everything. Awww mannn.
After our very exciting encounter with Bambi’s forest, or at least I thought so at the time, we continued walking. There was a slight drizzle making me fear for the camera, but the trees protected us. And it wasn’t raining when we came to this beach front.
So of course we had to take a lunch break. That morning we had cooked up some egg sandwiches that thankfully retained some of their heat. However I had to take off my gloves to eat it, so ate as quickly as I could to replace the gloves and stay warm!!!
Walking along the path, there’s a hill filled with trees separating the path from the water and the best views every. So of course we tumble down the hill to get some good photos. All I can say is thank you hiking boots. Wes wasn’t as lucky with his running sneakers…
It felt way too early to finish. And we hadn’t even come around to right next to the mountains. So we walked along the road, stay as close as we could to the trees which provided shelter. There was a small shack that seemed to be available for travelling people, but it was locked and we couldn’t
pick it get in. But we did see an opening to get to the water. Despite the possibility of trespassing. A dog barked really loudly at us.
We also saw a sign to get to this lake, but it was cold and we were wetish. So it was time to head back. Just as we almost made it out (retreating by the same path from which we came) we heard voices. They heard our voices. They stopped and we bumped into each other. Amazingly it was some people Wes had met in school in Cordoba. Like WTF how does that happen? They were just entering the path though, so they continued on as we returned.
Right where the bus dropped us off there was a church. Before heading back, hey let’s check it out. Especially since it’s on a hill and we can take MORE PHOTOS. (It was kind of Wes’s goal to take so many pictures his camera died. I think it was on around 10% at that time…possibly less.)
Just as we finished our church/cathedral excursion, the bus was pulling up the bus stop. RUN LIKE THE WIND!!!!
So we get back into town, walking around because we heard about a buffet restaurant, I mean who doesn’t like a good buffet. Which we unfortunately didn’t find…(I did however find it several days later and it seemed closed. Well it isn’t tourist season, I guess) we did however walk past a bunch of guys yelling and screaming and setting off fire crackers. Oh..just another protest. Except we got closer and they were all wearing the same shirt. Or at least the same team’s jersey. Riverplate. A Buenos Aires based futbol team, that are really good. I saw them on TV that one time in Buenos Aires and starting rooting for them because I really liked that their goalie was actually food. (Some games I saw on TV, the goalies make me cringe) Later we found out: that night was Riverplates game for like the league championship, or something. When they later won, well there was a giant group of people in the main plaza, yelling and trying to replace the Argentinian flag with the Riverplate flag. We watched that from the safety of the 10th floor.
Then some wandering around the city. And we decided we wanted to try some chocolate. I mean it is Bariloche and we do need to try the chocolate.