I dug up my iPod from my ski bag last night so the 30 minutes up the mountain from San Martin to Chapelco was a big sing-along fest. Once we got there, it was a little gray, and the mountain didn’t seem that big, and a little boring – not much mountain to speak of, more like a big hill. But, what the heck, lets make the best of it!
We went straight to the top, and the first run down was in snow blizzard. The snow felt awesome under our feet, a few inches of fresh powder, but I get emotion sick when I don’t have a point of reference to concentrate my eyes on, and it feels like you are going super fast while you are standing still, so the first run was not that great. I did not have to whine for very long before we found the trees. 
The tree runs were beautiful! All by ourselves, fresh tracks, reference points, rocks and small drops, a huge playground!
Another great day of skiing, and we didn’t have to hike!
Around 3:30pm, and 6 hours of skiing, I think we all had a couple of more runs in us but we decided to call it a day as we were heading further south, to Bariloche. We had a map over the roads in Argentina and they were all color coded, green means stay away, red means a well maintained road that is hopefully paved. It’s a little backwards, but we are in the southern hemisphere so green means stop and red means ok go!
We picked a road that was red on our map, we didn’t drive very far until we had to stop.
Then a couple of miles later it turned into a dirt road.
That soon turned into a mud road! Great, we only had 100km to go!
There were a short moment when I thought we might have made a wrong turn somewhere, but we kept on meeting other cars and trucks and we eventually, after a couple of hours made our way to San Carlos de Bariloche.
We checked in at a hostel that was located on the 10th floor with great views over the city. A Swedish girl was working in the reception and recommended we go check out an italian restaurant down the road. It was packed when we got there and a 45 minute wait to get a table, so we reserved a table for tomorrow instead and tumbled into a stake house instead. They also had a 45 minute wait to get a table, but happen to have a good wine cellar with a bar where we patiently waited.
It was closer to 11pm when we got our food, but it was well worth the wait!
Bariloche has a few casinos, one was on our way home. I’m not much of a gambler, but Magnus loves casinos and while the guys were debating whether we should go in or not, I took the initiative and walked through the door. The rest did not hesitate and walked straight to a black jack table. I watched them loose some monies for a while before one of them gave me 100 pesos and told me to sit down and play with them. One drink and a bunch of high fives later I had doubled the pesos and it was time to check out! 