We crossed to Argentina through the Futaleufú pass. After having a meal, talking with my intestines, and finding a bus from Esquel to El Bolsón, I bid Ricardo and Edu farewell. Arrived to El Bolsón and went directly to the hostel I was in months ago.
Next day (7), it was raining too much to do something interesting… Will I take a decent picture of El Bolsón, sometime?
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