El Bolsón, Argentina
March 27
so i finally arrived in el bolson, which everyone i´ve met says is fantastic. having just spent the last 30-odd hours on several busses with the same bunch of israelis, and especially given Egal´s insistance on supplying antibiotic cream for my infected eyebrow ring, i accepted their invite to go along to onda azul.
nice hostel, a big ol´ farm house with a lake right alongside, a kitchen in the bottom floor, and a few horses, dogs and token sheep wandering around. sounds great, right? well, it was, and everyone was uber friendly, except...i dont speak hebrew. so i didn´t really understand any of what was going on, given that i was the only person in the entire place save the kitchen staff that didn´t speak hebrew. owners, managers, and all the guests. turns out i fell into the israeli trail. they would all say "english english we speak in english!" and then do it - for about three minutes, before falling back into hebrew. it´s ok, i understand that it´s an extra effort to speak in a language that´s not your native tongue. tho a lot of them were like me: born in argentina and moved out when 5 or 6.
i ended up spending the evening with one who claimed bush was great, and informed me that they are taught american history in israel. i hadn´t realized, interesting. then the rest of the night i spent chatting with a really cool dude who was unfortunatly stuck in el bolson for a month as he waited for his knee to heal...he spent the entire time tying macrame and making hemp necklaces.
i left the hostel in the morning.
March 28
after finding myself another hostel, the next day i went to el bolson´s famed tri-weekly market, where they sold t-shirts with slogans like: "one tree doesn´t make a difference, but no trees does" and "the people who painted these paintings didn´t reach the moon (insert patagonian cave paintings here) but they didn´t destroy their planet either".
i overheard english and spanglish, and approached two girls and a boy sitting in the park: Niki, from San Fran, Charlie, from Chicago (i think?) and a girl from Switzerland (i am horrible with names). we checked our email, bought ingredients to make a parilla and ensalada, then went to their cabin 3kms outside the city which they were renting with two spanish guys, Javier and i forget the other one´s name.
anyways, great time that night, reminded me of kaileah´s (or anyone else´s for that matter) cottage in onterrible. i left before anyone had woken up, hitched a ride with a local back into town, grabbed my stuff from my unused hostel, and headed for bariloche on a 9:30 bus (ya know me. active in the morning).
anyways, great time that night, reminded me of kaileah´s (or anyone else´s for that matter) cottage in onterrible. i left before anyone had woken up, hitched a ride with a local back into town, grabbed my stuff from my unused hostel, and headed for bariloche on a 9:30 bus (ya know me. active in the morning).
posted by sr @ 22:36
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