
Well the computer is doing better and I have another blog up quickly. This particular blog will tell and show the story of a nice little town known as Bariloche. It sits southwest of Argentina, the border defined by the Andes mountains connecting it with Chile. This is one of the prettiest places I've been so far. Reminds me a little bit of Canada in a way: the people mellow, lots of lakes, mountains with snow, and just the whole mountain town type feeling going with it. The place supposedly is world renowned for its chocolate. Me, not being the biggest chocolate connoisseur, but will be able to tell you gladly that the chocolate was a very good. The picture above was at our hostel where I do believe I only lost 3 games in 3 days while averaging about 10-12 games a night. They do play a little different down here. If you scratch the other player gets 2 chances, and to sink the 8 ball you must put it in the pocket your last ball went into. Still a good game, and I seemed to get better with the addition of beer as the night continued.


Here we are on our way to some waterfalls and a black glacier in one of the national forests. It was a great walk and I noted a good observation about the birds. They made me realize that I was not just in the Sierra Mountains, but in a completely different Continent. I wish I could describe to you what they look like, but all you will get is size, color, and "well they kinda look like this..." Pictures are impossible as well (but, I do try). While at the glacier we could hear avalanches in different valleys it was amazing. Everyone (the group of 20 I went with) got real silent up there. It felt really nice listening to nothing, and yet it was the coolest thing you ever heard. The top of the mountain is the exact divide between Chile and Argentina.


I tried to get some live action shots of us snowboarding (I went with my friend Mallory, oddly enough shes originally from Corona), but I have seen bad things happen to ones camera in doing that particular process. The snow wasn't all the great, but yet again it was the Andes "genial." The mountain was called Cerro Caterdal, pretty big too, I say close to Mammoth. The boots, boards, and clothes we rented were... admirable?
This is the view from our hostel. I never really got tired of looking at it at all.





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