Colonial Suiza, Argentina
March 11, 2007
S 41°05.770
W 071°30.267
We caught the local bus from Bariloche to another Lake District town, Colonial Suiza. The very crowded bus ride took just about one hour, but with the scenery along the way it could have lasted six hours and I would have cared less. The views of the lake and the mountains in the background were simply breathtaking. Every few minutes I tried to get Marc’s attention to show him another view of the pristine lakes.
We left Bariloche staring out over Lago Nahuel Huapi, but quickly weaved our way to other small villages within the Lake District. The Lake District boasts seven different lakes, and I think we have now seen three of the seven. We plan to day hike to another lake tomorrow, allowing Marc time to fish.
Colonial Suiza is a cute little mountain village on one tiny road. There are a few restaurants, and on Sundays they have an outdoor cookout where some type of meat is barbequed underground. The hole in the ground attracted the attention of many tourists when we first arrived, but we made our way to our campground before looping back to see what was cooking.
The camping spot, which is more like “car camping” than our nights in Torres del Paine, is a
perfect spot right on the lake. We set up our tent, got settled in, and then Marc grabbed his fishing rod and tossed his line into the lake to see what was biting. The high winds prevented any action and he opted to try again in the morning just after sunrise.
We headed back to Main Street, a little late for the underground BBQ, but had an opportunity to try the local beer. We enjoyed our beers in a nice little courtyard where several locals sat around, drank mate, and ate different types of cake. Everyone seemed so laid-back, I even witnessed a hungry three year old lift up her mom’s shirt for a little snack and no one seemed to bat an eyelash—Yum, yum.
The courtyard started clearing out around 4:30 PM and everyone began queuing up for the 5:45 PM bus back to Bariloche. Luckily, we didn’t have to join them on the crowded bus, instead we just walked back to our campsite, boiled some water for our mate, and enjoyed a little more time on the beach.
March 11, 2007
S 41°05.770
W 071°30.267
We caught the local bus from Bariloche to another Lake District town, Colonial Suiza. The very crowded bus ride took just about one hour, but with the scenery along the way it could have lasted six hours and I would have cared less. The views of the lake and the mountains in the background were simply breathtaking. Every few minutes I tried to get Marc’s attention to show him another view of the pristine lakes.
We left Bariloche staring out over Lago Nahuel Huapi, but quickly weaved our way to other small villages within the Lake District. The Lake District boasts seven different lakes, and I think we have now seen three of the seven. We plan to day hike to another lake tomorrow, allowing Marc time to fish.
Colonial Suiza is a cute little mountain village on one tiny road. There are a few restaurants, and on Sundays they have an outdoor cookout where some type of meat is barbequed underground. The hole in the ground attracted the attention of many tourists when we first arrived, but we made our way to our campground before looping back to see what was cooking.
The camping spot, which is more like “car camping” than our nights in Torres del Paine, is a
perfect spot right on the lake. We set up our tent, got settled in, and then Marc grabbed his fishing rod and tossed his line into the lake to see what was biting. The high winds prevented any action and he opted to try again in the morning just after sunrise.We headed back to Main Street, a little late for the underground BBQ, but had an opportunity to try the local beer. We enjoyed our beers in a nice little courtyard where several locals sat around, drank mate, and ate different types of cake. Everyone seemed so laid-back, I even witnessed a hungry three year old lift up her mom’s shirt for a little snack and no one seemed to bat an eyelash—Yum, yum.
The courtyard started clearing out around 4:30 PM and everyone began queuing up for the 5:45 PM bus back to Bariloche. Luckily, we didn’t have to join them on the crowded bus, instead we just walked back to our campsite, boiled some water for our mate, and enjoyed a little more time on the beach.
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