It was a charming town with a village atmosphere, and glorious lake and mountain views. But we did have trouble finding a room until a quick sprint around town landed us a room in a granny's lovely guesthouse. We took a chair life ride on a very windy day for more stunning views and rued our timing. The area had loads in common with Lake Tahoe and would be great to visit at the height of a snowy ski season. We had other priorities this time and again we were lucky to be basking in warming spring sunshine.
It actually happened in Peru but these bus journeys reminded me of the one bus journey where the conductor started a game of bingo on the upper deck. With the Spanish language instructions there was a bit of chat between the gringos as to the rules but one of the gringos didn't catch on. After about 10 numbers Anna let out the enthusiastic and accent-neutral cry of "bingo!" only to be deflated by looks of disbelief and the realisation that the house and not just a line was required. To preserve the equilibrium of the universe I should also mention something else that was forgotten in the Columbia blog; when we were walking the Corcora Valley track we often walked in the fields adjacent to the very muddy paths. This meant negotiating some fencing. There was one particular fence that I did not vault precisely that gave me a rather nasty 60 volts to the inner thigh!
Barriloche and a glimpse of the lakes
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