The road didn’t get much better this morning, so we quickly decided to take it easy, not rush to the mountain, get there when we get there and chill in the town instead.
San Martin de Los Andes is a small town with a population of 24’000, at the foot of the Andes, only 45km from the Chilean border. We got there around lunch time and immediately went exploring.
I was in the hunt for a postcard for my grandfather and a new first layer to ski in (the first layer next to your skin that is keeping you warm and dry by soaking up all the sweat). I only brought one first layer, and all the hikes have made it stinky – I was in the need for a new one anyway so I might as well buy one here!
But first things first, lunch!
What is the deal with every country that has mountain has good chocolate? It is not necessary a good thing for someone like me with severe chocolate addiction.
And then ice cream off course!
Since it’s a relatively small town with only one main street, we managed to find my first layer shirt quickly, but unfortunately no postcard for my grandfather. They have siesta in Argentina, which means – We’re eating dinner late! With this in mind we went to the supermarket to get something to snack on at the hostel while waiting for the dinner hour.
Loving the prices here, yes, a bottle of really nice wine for 16 pesos, which is about US$4!
And the 1 liter bottles of beers off course! Much more social to buy one large bottle and share than many small ones!
On the way home I was kind of in my own little world, as usual thinking about happy clouds when I suddenly caught the boys drooling while staring at this window. Sorry Nea, we’re eating this for dinner tonight! Quickly in to make a reservation for 9:30pm!
El touristo!
Back to the hostel for a game of dominos and backgammon.
Playing with the flash – to cool for school!
We were all super excited for dinner, this was gonna be our first proper dinner at a restaurant together, and the guys were gonna get to eat whatever they were gonna get to eat… When we were about 5 steps away from the restaurant where we had reserved a table, the whole town turned black. The city ran out of power! Everything was dark, except, wait, our restaurant still had power! We are pretty good at picking restaurants!
Whats cooking?
Argentina are proud of their red meat, and they apparently know how to cook it as well. I would not know since I dont like red meat. But I’m not so picky and there is always something on the menu that I can eat, like seafood or chicken, and if not there’s always fries and a bowl of ice cream. Since the Chileans really know how to cook seafood and we were only 45km away from the Chilean border, I ordered trout, which was awesome!After dinner we went to an Irish bar that we had spotted earlier, but they had a horrible horrible cover band, I swear I could have done it better! And the beers were a little over priced so we called it a night early so we could get up early and dandy to ski in the morning.
