February 15, 2011
zakonczylysmy Yesterday our trip by car and we are back in Bariloche. Two days ago came back
beautiful weather and we went to back to the Lanin National Park, this time to its southern part, from which in principle can not see the volcano, probably that someone will choose the top of one of the surrounding high mountains. Us a little discouraged by the prospect of several hours of climbing, especially, from the rumored trails are quite steep. So we went for the lazy option and we went as far as you can drive along the lake and went to Lacar Chachin waterfalls, which indeed proved to be so impressive, as we said. Then he wanted to climb even though a vantage point, but we had to get to the trail for him. The road, however, increasingly narrowed in August, was getting full of holes, and after recent rains appeared in the pool at the entire width of the journey, so I finally zostawilysmy car on the road and move the latter postawnowilysmy 3 km on foot. Here, however, a surprise waiting for us, in fact a cow. First appeared on the road a few cows and the bull, which, however, descended to the side to the forest and minelysmy them without any problem. In any case every one of us he got a stick and we moved on. On the next hill but we stood eye to eye with the cow, which was located in the middle road. She looked at us askance and with suspicion in spite of that we tried to scare me walking down more slowly toward her and would not even move. She leaned leb (and had quite a sharp and pointed horns), lypnela eye, roared, and she moved (luckily slowly) on our page. Faced with such adversity byslysmy helpless, because none of us had no desire to fight with this wild beast. Zawrocilysmy so, and, glancing at the cow, which piece of disputes without the rush following us, we got to the car. And so ended our visit at the point of view. After all that was waiting us still return 50 km on gravel roads through the park, which, according to guides, is well maintained, but did not quite know what it has to rely, because she was full of holes and wyboi. But our car, as usual, did a brave.
him a little so we decided to give back and clean sands of the worst he has gathered in the interior. While waiting the next day we still travel to Bariloche partly gravel road, on which also reportedly starsznie August hens (which was the most truthful), but we had hoped that after the first cleaning, we will be only cosmetic changes before putting the car. Amazingly managed to soprowadzic interior alright for itself with a small brush and wet wipes. Yesterday I went
the so-called Bariloche. Seven Lakes Road. Lakes is really more, but some are a bit hidden and you have them on foot or by. Seven Lakes Road has just 110 km, but half of that gravel road runs, which slows down the passage properly, but when it has such wonderful weather, as we yesterday, the trip takes a whole day, because the man needs a lot of time to stop and admire the views, and of taking photos . Lakes and mountains, wonderful!
Nam's most liked lake Espejo Chico, a small lake mirror, as if it can translate. Takes you to him in 4 km from the main road on a tiny camper on the lake. Around was complete silence, except the few sounds of the bathers, sun warmed, and gory indeed reflected in the lake's surface. Posiedzialysmy there a while, no but in the end we had to move on. In the end we got to Bariloche, without problems (And after a small doczyszczaniu) oddalysmy our brave rally "Blondas" (because it nazwalysmy our autko) and we went to the hostel as we know it already 41Below, in which we feel particularly good, because finally, the language of English breakfast is here.
Today we had a turn, do a light day with a short trip to nearby Cerro Viejo Gorke. One arrives there, a chair lift, we had but we hope it will be also some sort of path of gore. Unfortunately, we found none, so in desperation and seeking views, we moved along the street toward the cable car riding on the other gore, Cerro Otto (much higher around 1400 m). We wanted to enter the gore, and then descend. Before he came to the train station, Anne noticed what way prowadzaco obviously somewhere in the gore, so I decided to present it to go counting that will lead us to some widoczkow. Way precious uphill the whole time, which was a good sign, and suddenly came to a different, slightly larger, but also a gravel road, which still went up. Not much thinking went searching for the present further views. Our route okazalao out to be quite often frequented by cars with their families in the middle, and clearances between the bushes more often we Migala upper cable car station on Cerro Otto, though distant still a pretty big chunk. So we started to suspect that we are on an 8-km road leading to the top of Cerro Otto, what was confirmed soon. But because we were going to fit well, decided to get to the the top and leave the queue to go down. In the end, moreover, appeared beautiful views of Lake Nahuel Huapi, its islands and the surrounding peaks, and each tube up the views were getting prettier. Needless to say, with the weather we had once again beautiful.
Finally tired, but delighted panorama from the summit, we got to the place. Here was waiting for us small disappointment, because it turned out that the queue will not veer to go down due to too strong wind, and the people who enter will present zwozic buses. In this situation, there remained nothing else for us to get back the 8 km the same road on foot (plus some 1-2 km to the city). In this connection, we decided to dine in rather expensive, but with sytmpatyczna support of the local cafeteria. For lunch we ordered the typical Argentinian Lunches dish: choripan, or chorizo \u200b\u200bsausage served on grilled bread with tomato and spicy chimichurri sauce. After physical effort, but it tastes pretty good. After a rest, meals and beverages supply in August, we moved in dollars continued to enjoy the views, because it was really hard to break away from them.
And tomorrow we get on the bus to Buenos Aires and head in a 20-hour trip to the capital. Well, it already will be almost the end of the voyage. Just last shop in Buenos Aires and the plane, and so home.
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