Arrived in El Bolson by bus and found a delegation of local dogs waiting for us, not sure how they knew we were coming but it was nice to feel welcome. By now we had increased our Spanish word count to about 400, which was very useful for ordering food and beer or organising accommodation and travel but now we find that Argentinians pronounce their Spanish in an entirely different way to the Chilean version. Our limited language ability combined with Heather's skill at "Charades" and Dan's contribution of "Spanglish" but at significant volume seems to be getting us through.

El Bolson was very much a "Hippy" town, with a craft market selling local artisan products - Jeans, headbands and guitarists in tie-dye featuring strongly. Our accommodation was called "Cerro Amigo" the clue is in the words (Cerro is Spanish for hill) Heather had booked a cabin half way up the local hill (about 2.5 miles out of town) This seemed very considerate in that Dan would only need to climb the other half to the summit, for Heather's photo session….. Unfortunately, it also meant a 2.5 mile uphill walk home every time we went to town and it also turned out that El Bolson has two hills - Thanks Heather.

The cars in El Bolson were incredible, very old and in very dilapidated condition. Typically a car would not have both bonnet and boot lid, some doors missing, multi-coloured panels and if it possessed an exhaust, it was probably a hire car.

It was however a fascinating town and felt "the real deal", we spent our last night there drinking craft beer and listening to a local "rock band" playing mainly English sixty's and seventy's stuff - The Beatles, The Stones, Credence Clearwater Revival, Deep Purple and Jimi Hendrix being particular favourites. We left at about 2:00 am and had an interesting time navigating out of town and back up the hill to our cabin.