After leaving El Bolsón, I headed north. After a short stop at Bariloche and some hours in a bus, I arrived to San Martín de los Andes and with it came an ‘asado’ in the hostel. Don’t talk with israelis, not of that.
Next day, along with Rodrigo [ar], Ramiro [ar], Pedro [es/ch] and Paula [ar], I went to the Bandurrias pinnacle. After that, we almost got lost and stumbled upon ‘playa Islita’.
Pasta from Peter [ch] the cook and his ‘world with scabies, world without law’.
Write a comment