Powering up through ruta 40 I tried my best to prevent myself from losing out on the spectacular mountain and lake views from the bus. However, the bender of a bus ride had taken its toll, and I found myself succumbing to the gods of snooze, falling in and out of sleep throughout the journey.

I had caught wind of a planet-saving, earth loving town of around 30000 peeps known as El Bolson, situated at the foot of some mountains. I arrived, and had instantly been taken back in a time warp to the 70s (or close to what I imagine it would be like). I was the odd one out in my pants and shirt. Obviously not receiving the memo clearly stating flares, tie dye and John Lennon glasses as standard attire. The town is seriously cool as s**t, no one has any deadlines to meet, so it's pretty much chill in your market stall until you wanna eat, then chill some more. It's SO chilled that even the band playing in the park started to doze off mid set, as did I whilst enjoying the IPA home brew.

I checked into a hotel called La Casada de Odile. A place that had been recommended to me a few weeks back in Uruguay and it did not disappoint. It was like staying on a farm, yet at the same time a hostel, a hostel that produces it's fair share of home made goods (oils, bread, jams, honey etc). The most "homely feel" from any place I had stayed so far. I spent the morning by the river and pond, playing with the dogs and watching trout swimming. It really got me in the zone!

The next day I checked out the local trout farm, amazing ice cream as well as the highlight of
El Bolson - art and craft markets. What sets these markets apart from your standard craft market is the people. They are as colourful in personality as they are in clothing choice, and whilst browsing through the local goodies, you cannot help but laugh at just how easy going they are. The fantastic people are what make El Bolson what it is - a slice of the 70s accompanied by equally amazing views. The town is the definition of unique!!