Hippieville

After El Bariloche and the shockingly hilly bike ride which had me walking my bike up the hills by the end middle of the circuit, we made our way to El Bolson, where we found ourselves enveloped in the aroma of patchouli and dreadlocks.

As if the marathon of a bike ride two days earlier […]

Almost Swallowed by the Devil

“Poor Niagara!” is what Eleanor Roosevelt is said to have exclaimed when she first saw Iguazu Falls, where we visited today. These waterfalls which touch Brazil, Paraguay, and Argentina, are a majestic and awe-inspiring sight from the Argentinian side. The national park is a collection of trails to various lookouts over different waterfalls, but the […]