San Carlos de Bariloche is a sleepy ski town and the biggest city in the Lake district of Argentina. I think its the biggest city in Patagonia but do not quote me on that. It feels like I’m living in a giant postcard. This place is breathtaking.
Ben, Billy, Garrett, and I took off from Mendoza at about 8 in the evening. The bus rides in Argentina are normally very pleasant. However, I think that once you hit the 20 hour mark things tend to take a turn for the worse. My first problem, is that my ass has been in extremely bad shape since the horseback riding episode in Mendoza. Problem number two is that we were supposed to arrive in Bariloche at 1:30 pm. Unfortunately, our bus decided to blow up. We had to sit around at a gas station in the middle of nowhere until a new bus arrived. Nonetheless, it was a monumental day. We can wear our first South American bus breakdown like a merit badge. According to the seasoned travelers that have been here for months, this is something we better get used to.
In reference to the music that we have heard so far, See if you can picture this:
At 9:00 in the morning on the bus, most of the people were quietly relaxing or asleep. When, out of nowhere, the most outrageous video medley of all time appears on the TV screens with the volume at full blast. It was so loud you could not help but stare at this jaw dropping spectacle. It was not possible to concentrate on anything else. It woke every single sleeping person including myself.
Here are some of the highlights from quite possibly the most disturbing/entertaining hour and a half of music I have ever experienced:
(All of these songs have an electric drum machine bed that unifies them into one glorious medley)
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And the journey continues…..
