Bariloche 2 - Busy day in Bariloche!
I am so tired, and can I mention that the internet cafes in Bariloche suck my off-white ass?WRITE COMMENTS AND POST THEM!
So I went on a boat trip today that was absolutely beautiful AND almost identical to the trip I made to Doubtful Sound in New Zealand. I am convinced that Bariloche = Queenstown minus Bungee jumping. Same fjords, same snow line in the breathtaking mountains, same grubby backpackers. Everything the same, except Bariloche is much much cheaper.
Also I am staying in a hostel, which is totally fine and decent for meeting people, but I forgot how the rooms in even the best hostels, if they are a dorm style room, inevitably smell a bit like feet. Terence Chang can back me up on this one.
So last night I made friends with my three scottish roommates. Can I tell you I love the Scottish people I meet? In NZ I met some awesome Scottish kids, Richard Blacket is Scottish and we all know he is awesome. Need I go on? The dad in "So I Married an Axe Murderer"? Hello!!
So today I decided to be extra outgoing to the people in the hostel, which is basically like a big house. I came home from my boat trip and made my bookings for tomorrow at the front desk. Then there were like 4 people sitting on the sofa and chairs in the living room. Bear in mind this hostel isn´t big, and i think there are like 16 guests at a time MAX, so I have totally seen these faces before and they have seen me. So I walk by and I´m all "Oh, my name´s Dan. I´m staying here for the next couple of days. Nice to meet you all."
And then they´re like "Nice to meet you." (no self-introduction but I now know they speak English and appear to be American or Canadian) "What did you do today?"
I was all "Oh, I went on this boat trip to Puerto Blest..."
And then in mid sentence the dude turns UP the radio to be really super loud! And the girl is like "You must really like that song!" and then we all kinda stare at eachother for a minute.
SO since I´m not as much of a dick as I used to be (or should be) I was like "Well, it was nice meeting to you all" and left, when I should have done the "Uh...I´m gonna go. Nice talking to you...or not!"
Am I wrong to assume that these people are assholes? Meanwhile the Scottish kids, upon first meeting them, were already plying me with beer and telling me about a hippy they met in Salta who would play the guitar with his balls hanging out! Is it any wonder American travelers get a bad name? I also decided that if I meet Americans who are traveling as a couple I won´t even TRY to be friendly...they just don´t ever seem friendly either!
