Bariloche Part 3: Beer, Chocolate & Hippies

Next up on our Bariloche adventure was a tour, booked through the company I work for, Argentina4u, to El Bolsón, the notorious hippy town outside of Bariloche. A full day tour meant another early start, but this time Lucas, the owner of the cabin we were renting, offered us a ride into town. After learning he is a mountain guide who leads treks in Bariloche, I was resolved to return to Bariloche in the summer to do some hiking in the mountains here.

Another tour in Spanish meant I had another day of translating ahead of me. We had the most wonderful guide though, who I ended up having great conversations with since he had been to South Africa during the last world cup and had lots to talk about. He even told me about a tourist attraction in SA I had never even heard of: the zipline in Sun City, stretching 2km and reaching up to 120km an hour. This is definitely on my agenda for when I return home!

Bariloche

Waiting for the bus into town

The tour to El Bolsón ended up being one of my highlights of the trip, not even for the town itself but the other places we stopped along the way. Driving the opposite way to the previous day, we passed more spectacular lakes and scenery. We attempted, without much luck, to adequately capture the scenery from the mini-bus, but again it was a sight to be experienced rather than photographed. Our first stop was at a trout farm, something this region is famous for. It was quite interesting to wander through the ponds seeing the fish at different stages, culminating in a tasting, of course. I may not be the biggest fan of fish in general, but give me some fresh or smoked trout or salmon and I’m a happy camper. Then we headed to another big money spinner in this part of the world – jams. We visited a big fruit farm specialising in fruit. I was quite grateful for this talk because walking around the different plants and seeing the names in English and Spanish, I was finally able to figure out the proper Spanish names for all the berries! Plus getting to taste all the delicious fruity jams (and a bit of dulce de leche!) was fun and delicious and I put a fair few on my list of things to buy back home in Buenos Aires.

We passed through El Bolsón but didn’t stop yet, instead carried on in to the next province to Lago Puelo. This, undoubtedly, was one of my favourite places of the trip. We were the only people in the park when we arrived, and we had a chance to walk on the pebbled beach of the lake, with a moody sky above us, and there was this wonderful sense of tranquil alienation, and unspoilt nature. After failing miserably at skipping stones on the lake, we walked to the forest on the lake’s edge for a magical walk surrounded by thick trees, the occasional arrayanes trees (myrtle, I believe is the English translation). This amazing orangey-brown trees are something out of a fairytale, and are said to have been the inspiration behind a few disney movie forests, including Bambi. The rest of the trees also had this magical quality to them, and the stroll through the quiet woods had my imagination firing up with my favourite childhood stories of fairies and magical forests.

Finally we retreated back to El Bolsón. First a German settlement, this town got famous in the 70s when a whole bunch of hippies moved out here, to make handicrafts and horticulture (or to be less pc, grow some weed in the mountains…). A picturesque town, sandwiched between two mountains, there is a big feria (handicrafts market) a few times a week. We wandered around, looked at the crafts, I managed to find a really nice handcrafted ring, we watched some dreadlocked hippies play some music, and then attempted to eat our home-made lunch on the stairs in the central plaza, only to be watched intently by the local pack of stray dogs. While I managed to gulf mine down quiet quickly, mom was a bit more put off by the dogs watching here, and I don’t think she got much pleasure from the meal! So to make up for it, we made a stop at Jauja, a famous ice cream shop that started here but now has branches all over the country. On the way home, we made a final pit stop at a beer factory – El Bolsón, like Bariloche, is famous for its craft beers.

One of the things that made the tour interesting, besides the beautiful sights, was the people. Our tour group was all Argentina, making a change from the previous tours majority of Brazilians. Some lovely people were patient with their Spanish, allowing us to chat about a variety of things from rugby, Invictus, and heated discussions about football! Among the interesting people was a young lawyer from Buenos Aires who is studying Mandarin. It never ceases to amaze me the connections that we’re able to draw across vastly different cultures and languages, and this remains the beauty of travel for me.

Returning to the city, after an amusing drive through the back end of Bariloche and the Chilean district in the throes of celebrating independence, and a stop to chat to a local ski instructor who told us some under the belt jokes, we took a stroll to downtown once again to see the St. Bernard puppies (literally my obsession on this trip). After debating where to eat, we settled on Blest Brewery, a craft beer brewery and restaurant just 2km from our cabin. Unfortunately I realised at this point that I’d forgotten the bus card at the house that morning. So we began a wild goose chase around the town to find a place to buy another card – which as it turns out is not so simple. Finally one shop owner gave us detailed (and correct) instructions of where to go, and we were quite relieved to get on to the bus and on our way to food and warmth after our very cold walk all over town.

Arriving at Blest at last, we escaped into the warmth of the brewery with sheer joy as dark fell. If I had imagined my ideal, German-style beer bar, this would have exceeded my expectations. A warm, cosy place, everything in wood, and eclectically decorated with the beer mats / place-holders of patrons who had signed them and stuck them on the wall. Not only did we enjoy a delicious beer (which was hard to choose from the menu, as all their locally crafted brews looked delicious), we managed to tick off another big to-do off our list: eat Patagonian lamb. Mom had a shephard’s pie and I had lamb ravioli, and boy, did these delicious and hearty meals warm us up, inside and out. Definitely something that should be on your list if you’re headed to Bariloche! Unfortunately we had to trundle back into the drizzle and cold – the temperature was dropping quickly to zero – to get our bus and to endure the walk to the cabin. I’ve never been so relieved to walk into our heated place and to dive straight under a blanket with a cup of tea!

On our final full day in Bariloche, we woke up to the continuing cold and a steady rain. We took the opportunity to have a lazy morning, catching up on some washing, and enjoying some bonding time indoors. Finally we braved the outdoors, as the sun started shining through, to go in search of some chocolate.

The first stop on the chocolate adventure was the Havanna factory. Havanna is a pretty famous brand here – not only is it a chain of coffee shops, but they are the makers of the best alfajores in the country. We took a tour of their chocolate factory which was fascinating for me to see the entire process of making chocolate – especially the odd fruit it comes from. The tour also showed the history of chocolate – from it’s early origins in Mexico, where it was primarily made into a drink, then travelling to Spain, where drinking it hot, and dipping churros into it, became the fashion, spreading next across Europe. There was even a chart tracking the opening of the world’s chocolate factories and the experimentation with different types of chocolate. We also saw some incredible chocolate sculptures, weighing upwards of 120kg! As beautiful and realistic as the penguins, sheep, pumas, llamas etc were, I couldn’t help thinking – what a waste of chocolate!

After enjoying a coffee in their café and purchasing some alfajores for mom to take home, we went in search of more chocolate! We found another artisanal chocolate factory and after hemming and hawing for a while over the decision, eventually purchased a selection to nibble one. We took a last stroll in town, soaking in the beautiful scenery, quaint architecture, cute puppies (yes, again!), and just general laid-back atmosphere. We had a late lunch, and I had a chance to try another local speciality, deer, dried in a form kind of similar to biltong. A last shop, to put together a tapas style spread for dinner, and to stock up on snacks for the next day’s bus journey, and we were on our way back to the cabin for the last night.

It was with mixed feelings that we boarded the bus the next day. On one hand, we were both looking forward to the next leg of our journey, Mendoza, but on the other hand, it was incredibly difficult to leave Bariloche. Something about the combination of the breathtaking scenery, the refreshing clean air, the tranquility and the atmosphere just creeps into your heart, and pulls you back to this gorgeous part of Patagonia. So instead of bidding it goodbye, I’ll be saying nos vemos Bariloche, until I see you again!

Bariloche Part 2: A Day Trip To Villa La Angostura

We planned our time in Bariloche considerably well, if I may say so myself. One day of organised tours, followed by our own free day to explore, another full-day tour and then more free time. After checking the weather report for the week, we decided that our free day on Wednesday had to be spent on an outing to Villa la Angostura, the town on the other side of Nahuel Huapi Lake that everyone has told me is one of the most stunning places in the Lake District.

So on considerably the warmest day of our time in Patagonia, we set off for the bus station to catch a bus to Villa la Angostura, roughly an hour away. I was amazed during the drive how quickly the landscapes here changes, as when you move away from the lakes the green changes to stark, desert-like vegetation, and the dusty roads wind along the mountainous area. Yet every now and then you get a glimpse of the deep blue waters of the lakes shimmering in the distance, between mountains and sparse landscapes. Finally we reached Villa la Angostura and immediately I understood the hype. A small little town, concentrated on one main road, every building is wooden, rustic and charming. It seems a little unreal, almost like it should be in a Disney movie, with Heidi skipping along the street (except in Spanish, obviously). After stopping at the Tourist Information Centre to get hold of a map and the route to the lakeside, we decided that no more adventuring could take place before a coffee stop. We found a lovely little coffee shop and settled in a sunny spot for a bit of a caffeine fix. This turned out to be a good idea because we had a walk ahead of us. As its a small town, the local buses aren’t regular, so rather than waiting for a bus, we decided to walk the 3km down to the lake front. We didn’t factor in the heat. Dressed for cold, given that we’d been in snow the previous day, the walk in the sun saw us shedding layers at a very quick rate and by the time we reached our destination, with a stray dog in tow, I was more than a little sweaty and a little hungry.

But the view that awaited us made it all worth while. As we reached the small harbour – and entry point to the famous Arrayanes Forest, which we hadn’t left ourselves enough time for – we wandered between two buildings down to the beach and were literally gobsmacked. Stretching immediately before us was the most glorious, azure water, absolutely pristine, glittering in the sunlight. Stretched out from there was a wooden jetty leading into the deeper blue waters, surround by impressive rugged mountains. It’s not a sight my words can do justice to, nor my camera.

We took our time taking in the sight and wandering to the next little bay, until we could ignore our hunger no more. This little jut of a peninsula was quiet given low season had just started, but there was one bustling Italian restaurant, manned by the chef/owner. He was a wonderfully friendly and funny guy, who could sense not only our hunger but also our urgency since we had only an hour before we had to catch the bus back, in order to catch the other bus back to Bariloche. So he served us our scrumptious neapolitan pizza with enough time for me to demolish most of it and for mom to tick it off her list of foods to try in Argentina, and for us both to rest up a little from the first bit of exercise we’d done on the trip. After reluctantly leaving this slice of heaven, we managed to catch the local bus in time, leaving us with enough of a window for a last wander around the gorgeous Villa la Angostura before heading back to Bariloche, for a peaceful evening spent in our favourite cabin.

Sneaky September Vacation: San Carlos de Bariloche Part 1

I don’t even know how to begin putting the beauty of Bariloche into words. As simply as I can put it, this Patagonian town stole my heart and I’m already aching to go back.

San Carlos de Bariloche was the first destination on our itinerary. When my mom told me she was coming and I started looking into possible travel routes, Bariloche was always the one certainty. I’d seen pictures, written about and read blogs about it, but man oh man, no pictures do it justice.

Flying from Buenos Aires, I took a quick nap on the plane, and woke up to the beautiful sight of snow-capped mountains – this was the moment I knew I would love Bariloche. Landing at the airport, with no buildings save the terminal and hangers in sight, there was just open nature surrounded by mountains. And then in the taxi, the first glimpse of the glimmering Nahuel Huapi Lake. That was all I needed to feel such a calm in my being – especially after a few insanely busy weeks.

My mom and I had decided to book accommodation through Airbnb for our stay here. We wanted a more personal touch which is exactly what we got. Our wonderful host, Lucas, sent a cab to the airport to pick us up, and as we drove through the city and along the lake we got our first overview of beautiful Bariloche. There is the city centre but the city (if you can call it that when it reaches the outskirts) stretches along the lake, tucked between the mountains and the lakeshore. We were staying roughly 10km outside of the centre, in a wonderfully cosy wood cabin in a quiet neighbourhood. We were met by Catalina who showed us where everything was and gave great advice about where to eat, shop and sightsee. Rather, she chatted away to me in Spanish while I tried to remember everything and mom stood by, a little lost! This would prove a theme for the rest of our 5 days here, since English is not common at all this far South, leaving me to put my Spanish to the test in order to translate for my mom.

After doing a little unpacking and patting ourselves on the back for a good accommodation choice, we took a stroll to the nearby shops to stock up on food for the week. Knowing that our next two destinations would be in hotels, it was good to be able to live more independently for a few days, and to be able to cook our own food. Plus, it was such a treat for me to be able to spend time cooking with my mom, enjoying our first evening with a good bowl of pasta and an even better bottle of Malbec, lazing under blankets to protect against the chilly winter air.

For our first full day in Bariloche we had an excursion organised. Since we were staying out of town, we had to catch the bus to get to the downtown tour operator’s office for 8:30am. After a chilly early morning wait at the bus stop, followed by an additional taxi ride and panicked walk to find the office (because I tried to rely on my gold-fish memory rather than writing down the actual number of the office), we were ready to start the tour of Bariloche’s short circuit. This famous route took us back past where we were staying, around the lake’s edge to the famous Llao Llao hotel and back. This is a very popular route to cycle, although we opted for the easier tour bus route (given our shaky cycle in Mendoza later in the trip, this was a good decision!).

The first stop was Cerro Campanario, one of a number of hills that you can ascend for great views and a coffee or meal. Here we took a chairlift, or teleférico, up to the top of the hill. The first part of the journey up we were busy wrapping ourselves up, getting out gloves and beanies and cameras, and then I strained my neck to see the view behind me and was absolutely blown away. Cerro Campanario has hands-down the best views over Bariloche and the Lake District. The view from the top was simply indescribable. 360 degree views of deep blue lakes lined by green forests coating the bottom halves of spectacular mountains dusted in snow. We stood in the crisp (read: icy) clear air, and surprisingly silence, punctuated occasionally by tourists expressing their awe, and the sound of the whizzing teleférico, and just marvelled at the sight. Absolutely breathtaking.

Going back down the hill, this time facing the right way to get our last fix of the views, we hopped back on the bus and continued along the circuit. We made another stop at a viewing point looking out over Nahuel Huapi Lake and Llao Llao hotel. And here was the first St. Bernard. To give some context, Bariloche has a rich Swiss and German influence. And one of the iconic Swiss tokens is the presence of St Bernard dogs, complete with the brandy barrel. Naturally, they’re used as a tourist trap. One that we fell for. At the lookout point was the most enormous and most beautiful dog ever. My mom took one look at my excited face and offered to pay for the picture. We managed to negotiate a cheaper and smaller photograph and then posed with the adorable BFG with the lake and mountains in the background. I must say, when the man got the dog to put his gigantic paw on my shoulder, with his head next to mine, I was somewhat freaked out by the sheer size – it was kind of like cuddling a bear. But man oh man, one of my Bariloche highlights. And my favourite souvenir of the trip, since the photo turned out so well.

From here we went on to the Llao Llao peninsula and a viewing point looking at Mount Tronador, home to Bariloche’s black glacier, and the only mountain to have snow year round. More spectacular views here (spectacular view everywhere!) The circuit continued on back to the starting point, with flashes of crystal clear lakes and lush vegetation along the way, and an amusing guide providing information about our surroundings.

We had also booked a visit to Cerro Catedral, Bariloche’s main ski resort, and one of the biggest and most well-known in Argentina. While the ski season was coming to an end, about 20% of the slopes were still open, and I was surprised to see it was still pretty busy, especially considering it’s been quite a bad year for snow. We had decided against skiing on the trip since we had just five days, I’ve never been skiing before and would have needed lessons, and the last time mom went skiing she tore a tendon. Taking the ski lift up to the slopes and getting to play in the snow was the next best thing, and pretty exciting for someone who hasn’t seen all that much snow in her life. Of course, once we reached the top, seeing everyone on the slopes made me really regret not booking a few extra days here to give it a whirl, especially since its much cheaper here than in Europe. But we settled for lunch in the snow followed by an ice cold Quilmes beer on the slopes, watching the beginners practice on the slope in front of us. Naturally I dreamt that night I was whizzing down the slopes on a snowboard. Next time.

This is definitely one place I’d love to come back to in the heart of winter. There is a whole ski town here, with loads of accommodation and restaurants, shops, bars and clubs, log cabins, ski hire, endless slopes and chairlifts and stunning views. I can imagine how magical it would be covered in snow. Who needs Austria?

Our jam-packed first day ended in the old city centre where we took in the characteristic architecture: a mixture of stone and wood. To my absolute delight the main square was home to more St Bernards, including two adorable puppies. I may be a cat person, but these gentle giants are my absolute downfall, and we ended up coming back here three times during the trip so that I could melt a little bit each time at the cutest, fluffy puppies. After I finally managed to tear myself away, we walked down the main road where mom fell prey to the premium quality leather goods and treated herself to a pair of boots. And of course we stopped off at a chocolate store – it is, of course, what Bariloche is famous for. Overwhelmed by all the chocolate in Rapa Nui, one of the many chocolate shops, we opted instead for ice cream, since mom hadn’t yet tasted Argentina’s delicious ice creams (best ice cream in the world – best flavours, best texture, best everything).

To round off the experience, our last stop of the day was El Boliche de Alberto, Bariloche’s most famous steakhouse. It was, of course, everything that I had read about it. Top quality, juicy slabs of steak, an extensive wine list, and the most generous side plates of chips ever served. I’m actually drooling just thinking about that perfectly cooked bife de chorizo. If you’re a meat lover, this place should be on your bucket list. After rolling out of the restaurant, we saw our bus coming round the corner and had to sprint for the bus stop, only to realise it was not the right bus. The run was not so good for full stomachs, neither was the walk from the bus stop to our cabin (in reality probably only 200m, but it felt much longer in the cold, with full bellies and a great desire to lie in front of the heater with a cup of tea).

Needless to say, Bariloche was off to a flying start!