I’m on a boat!

Tourist-y things always seem to have us dragging our sleepy butts out of bed at ridiculous hours of the morning. Yesterday was a 7am alarm… it turns out that both me and Kat were playing snooze chicken with each other without even realising it. We eventually woke up and got ready to catch our bus to the port.

The lakes

Setting off from Puerto Pañuelo we boarded the catamaran through Lago Nahuel Huapi. It was cold and windy outside but nice and toasty inside. The boat trip was only about an hour and a half and we docked in Puerto Blest.

Lago Frías

We had the option to take a boat trip out to Lago Frías for $80 but we passed on that and opted to walk the 3km to get there.

Whereas Lago Nahuel Huapi was really blue, Lago Frías was really green.

We head back and got a hot chocolate from the restaurant and it was pretty much time to get back on the boat (after taking a few photos, of course).

Back to Bariloche

The trip back was actually warm and not windy at all. We sat outside for the majority of the time which was nice except for the people insisting on holding up pieces of bread and crackers for the seagulls to eat. I’m surprised we didn’t get pooped on… ick, birds.

Empanadas

We got back to the hostel in plenty of time to help Pablo make empanadas.

We made two types: one with cheese, tomato and oregano and one with MEAT! The meat one had minced beef, garlic, onions, tomatoes, olives, spring onions, hard boiled egg… I think that’s it.

In between the preparation we played with Emma who is still so smiley which always helps you feel less like a monster when you deal with babies!

Flor came in to show us the intricate art of folding the empanadas up. Just when I thought I was going okay with it Tom (an Aussie guy who is here with his girlfriend) came in and completely kicked my ass. His empanadas were SO pretty!!

After they were baked we tucked into them with some wine and got really full and nicely happy.

Of course I brought up “You Don’t Mess With The Zohan” and asked the Israeli guy if he’d seen it. And then we proceeded to reenact the whole movie for Kat.

Then we went back to Konna for some drinks and found a dog under our table. I can now tell you that if you are a little tipsy and you are speaking to a guy who speaks Hebrew as a first language and you have “You Don’t Mess With The Zohan” fresh in your mind you start laughing at him and to question him about whether he’s putting the accent on or not… he wasn’t. Oops!

30 November 2011