It´s Chile here. (¿Geddit? Chile. Although I´m not actually in Chile, but I´m close enough.)
It´s a little cold here in the Andes. Bariloche is a little ski town, and although mid-summer, there is still snow on the mountains, and one fuck off lake, amongst many.
It feels like Switzerland, but a little more decrepit. Although decrepit may be the wrong word, more sort of chilled and things don´t run here like in Switzerland. Staying a a hippie place, where people hang in hammocks and do a lot of hiking.
Made more friends yesterday over copious bottles of Malbec tinto, and Dad woke up again, in his underpants and exclaimed, ´Fuck. I´ve lost my keys, MP3 player and my bus ticket out of here,´to a very-alarmed looking Ozzie girl who was in our dowm. While dad was packing his johnson in his underpants right in front of her face. Dad you also lost your dignity last night, but whatever.
It´s been heavy going being with Dad 24-7, I won´t lie.
We got shitfaced last night with the dudes here, and ended up in some biloche or pub, where everyone picked up an instrument and started a makeshift hostel band on the stage.
It´s beautiful here, and tomorrow I´ll be climbing two fucken mountains. With amazing views.
For now, I´m just hungover.
God there are a lot of gnomes in this town. With fankly, scary-looking faces man. I´m bringing back gnomes for everyone, lucky bastards.