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13 November - Route of the Seven Lakes, Bariloche, Argentina
We had been treated to three bluebird days in a row so we couldn't really complain when the day dawned to mist and rain. But Olli did have to drive back through the lakes down to Bariloche in it, so it wasn't entirely ideal. Luckily we had stopped at a million miradors for photos on the way up to San Martín so we didn't feel the need to stop multiple times on the way back. The one place we did stop was at Arroyo Partido, a bridge over a river that splits in two, with one branch of the river ending up in the Atlantic and the other ending up in the Pacific. Pretty cool! In theory, anyway. The reality in the pictures is a graffitied bridge and small stream that splits in two indiscernible directions. But that is not the point. Once we got back to Bariloche it was cold and hammering it down and so we were glad to get the car parked safely at the hotel and to head into our cosy room. We flopped (well, Olli, having driven 150 miles, flopped; I did the classic Victoria/Rebecca/Mama thing of sorting and unpacking) and then had a long ol' Sunday Skype with mama and pa. The lounge at home looked so cosy with the fire and cushions and pots of tea - starting to get very excited about Christmas! Bariloche is famous for its chocolate so we had to try it out before we left the region. We headed to Mamushka and had the thickest, most rich and delicious hot chocolate ever. Heart attack in a cup! The chocolates on display looked too good to miss, so we restrained ourselves and bought three each. We had a really good dinner at La Casita and enjoyed the chocolates as our dessert back in the hotel. Incidentally, Bariloche is also famous for its Nazis. Scary stuff: it is said that many escaped justice after the Second World War by fleeing to Argentina and settled here. In fact, there are theories that Hitler himself faked his own death and fled, living out his remaining years in the mountains of Bariloche. Now if all that is true, that truly is scary stuff.
13 November - Route of the Seven Lakes, Bariloche, Argentina