Above the bow window it reads "Familia Weiss". And it's full of chocolate. In case you didn't get it yet.
And this is only one of the many "chocolate factories" they have over there.
Bariloche Civic Centre. Full of half empty good looking swiss-shaped buildings,
with the statue of some national libertador of the 1870s in the middle, with loadsa graffiti on it... from a later period.
Main street in Bariloche More shops, yeah! The Nahuel Huapi lake A tourit trip took me and John to a Ferry early one morning, and the weather wasn't great. Pissing rain. And freezing cold (it was early October) "One day, all this will be mine!" I could hear him think. Back to Argentina Main Page
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It has loads of leather good shops, souvenirs shops (the local equivalent of Carrolls), Chocolate factories,
Internet Cafes and Call shops, and, dont miss it: the Parrillas (grills).
Even brain-dead dumbasses can't fail to understand this is one of the main attractions in Argentina: high-quality beef and food in general. Enough for a lifetime, and quite cheap too! I recommend "El Boliche de Alberto".
The other main street. Its main difference: 2 Irish pubs, the Wilkenny (no it's not a typo it is the name), and another one whose name I forgot just beside. But for Nightlife I'd rather try the Roxy accross the street. Night life starts at midnite-2ish, just in case you arrived at 11 and wondered wheres evrybody. Like we did.
To get to Chile from Bariloche, there is the easy way (by bus via Villa La Angostura) and this way: you take the ferry to this place Puerto Blest, from there you walk 3km to another port (pier) on another lake: the Lago Frio (cold lake. I'm not making this up), to take another ferry to the other side where you have a border check point, 3 km away from the actual border with Chile, and 25km from Puerto Montt. Che Guevara did it in his time (see the film "the motorcycle Diaries"). We did it (well, almost):
This pic reminds me how I was overloaded with loads of bulky heavy photo equipment in my pockets. I am now a convert to Digital cameras!
We made it back to Puerto Blest. Wet and cold. But sure it was better than staying in the hotel like eejits. At least I saw a Condor (the pixel top right hand side corner of the picture).
It's at this poit the guide told us this is the wettest place in Argentina, with 4000 mm of rain each year. And the forest we were looking at was known as a "rain forest"!
I lived to see one!
Like Father Jack would say in a wet T-shirt competition: "more water!".
Or as John Clarke would put it "Agua sin gas"...
Luckily, even liquid sunshine has an end, and by the afternoon we saw the dryer version.
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The Llau Lau Hotel (pronounce jow jow). A 5 star for millionaires (and maybe afew nazis once upon a time...). This place makes me think of the hotel in the film "the Shining".....
Heeeere's Johnny!.
The next day, sunshine got even dryer, and myself and Johnny, we did the "cicuito chico" (short circuit?). At one stage the was a ski lift, but John didnt like the look of it, and stayed at ground zero, his 2 feet firmly on the tierra firme.
...Or so I thought: Bravely defying gravity and common sense, John managed to sneak up the mountain while evrybody was looking away. Here's Johnny again!
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