I´m still in Bariloche despite wanting to go to Mendoza today. It seems that I am not the only person to whom a wine festival sounds appealing so all the buses were full. Thanfully, in the end I managed to get one of the two remaining seats for tomorrow and I won´t have to stay much longer in Bariloche. The town is nothing more than a tourist trap with badly designed alpine style buildings, ridiculous prices and worst of all, loads of St. Bernard dogs carrying brightly painted barrels. All they seem to do is slump against buildings every day with bloodshot eyes after probably sneaking some brandy for themselves.

It has still been fun here. At the hostel I met Fred, the same crazy drunk Canadian guy from Oruro and last night we went to an Irish pub with his friend, Jay. They were both supposed to get up early to go kayaking today but only Jay made it. I was woken up firstly to their alarm, which has a monotonous voice telling you "It´s nine in the morning, time to wake up" followed by "get the f*** out of bed you lazy c*** quot; as Jay tried to motivate Fred out of bed.

It was a wise choce then, that I had chosen the previous day to go white water rafting, which was great fun and the best sport to do in a rainstorm. The rapids were apparently lighter than usual so to make it more fun, we all sat in the back of the raft to increace the chance of someone falling out or the raft capcising, both of which happened frequently.