It was quite a sad goodbye in the morning from Crux. It felt strange to leave and as if there was more to say or do, but I knew it was time.
None the less the emotion surprised me and it was a quiet walk into town from our home for the last six weeks.
The road from El Bolson to Bariloche was littered with young hitch-hikers all having little luck, and we'd had to book a night in Bariloche ahead as the towns accommodation gets full - we could see now how Patagonia had changed around us in the time since we'd arrived in sleepy Lago Puelo back in December, and were glad to have dodged the busiest of tourist season by working.
We were going to use the bus ride to Bariloche to scout our entrance to the mountain trail and it's proximity to the Gendarmerie post, but both promptly fell asleep after our late night.
It was great seeing Lorna at Hostel Rodinia again, I spent the day studying the maps that Mak had dropped off there, we went through the hostel food leftovers for good road food and we drew up a shopping list for the morning.
The next day I had to visit Aduana (customs) to get the equipment sent from home, we had to buy provisions, and we had to catch a bus south down Ruta 40 to the source of the Rio Manso.
That evening we ate a huge gnocchi feast that night with her, Oli (the night-shift), Luka and Carla (the hosteliers) and the thought of sleeping out and making fire for the next week settled my excited brain.
None the less the emotion surprised me and it was a quiet walk into town from our home for the last six weeks.
The road from El Bolson to Bariloche was littered with young hitch-hikers all having little luck, and we'd had to book a night in Bariloche ahead as the towns accommodation gets full - we could see now how Patagonia had changed around us in the time since we'd arrived in sleepy Lago Puelo back in December, and were glad to have dodged the busiest of tourist season by working.
We were going to use the bus ride to Bariloche to scout our entrance to the mountain trail and it's proximity to the Gendarmerie post, but both promptly fell asleep after our late night.
It was great seeing Lorna at Hostel Rodinia again, I spent the day studying the maps that Mak had dropped off there, we went through the hostel food leftovers for good road food and we drew up a shopping list for the morning.
The next day I had to visit Aduana (customs) to get the equipment sent from home, we had to buy provisions, and we had to catch a bus south down Ruta 40 to the source of the Rio Manso.
That evening we ate a huge gnocchi feast that night with her, Oli (the night-shift), Luka and Carla (the hosteliers) and the thought of sleeping out and making fire for the next week settled my excited brain.
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