Camping... In Patagonia

A day's driving (by Steve and Kim) brings us to Bariloche, Argentina. We crossed the border over the Andes, then spent several hours watching the landscape change from huge, bright lakes and trees to vast plains swathed with rivers and lakes leading away to mountains in the far, far distance.

Groups of brown and white cattle and horses dotted the pale camouflage yellow, brown, sage canvas. They looked very small under a low grey sky.

Despite a very nice campsite with a bar and some friendly, arty Ecuadorians, Bariloche is a bit of a letdown - a bit like Berwick on a sunny day. Not the picturesque, vibrant town we expected.



Still, we spent a fantastic day cycling around the surrounding hills and lakes, which was great. A beer at a microbrewery en route did nothing for my King of the Mountains status.