We took a little trip to the city yesterday. It had been awhile since I’d seen civilization.
I’m not missing much.
We were walking back from a Jenga-fest / sausage cookout at a friends house. It was cold and windy. Rumor had it a cold front was moving in. Possibly bringing more snow. The sun found a gap in the clouds and “stripped” for us.
Malargue, Argentina reminds us a lot of Bishop, California. It’s clean, tranquil, at the base of massive mountains, and the place offers an abundance of outdoor activities. Climbing. Biking. Fishing. Skiing. And happily enough for us… tennis. No surprise here… the residents of Malargue have most active and healthy lifestyles of any place we’ve encountered in our adventures.
I don’t know who this Andy guy was… but they sure named some damn impressive mountains after him. Another interesting observation: the snow is so dry here that we’ve seen a foot of it disappear in less than two days… with barely any of the usual muddy mess.
Every March this place hosts the great Argentinian national chivo (goat) cookout. Last March they cooked over 1,200… in one day! They say you can smell it from twenty miles away. Requiring special security just to deal with the dogs.
At $160 dollars a head just to walk across a line in the sand, ($800 for a fam of five), Bolivia started off playing kind of rough. Three months later (the yearly max allowed for us Americans), a dozen stops, and dozens more adventures we’re happy to give the place five unqualified thumbs up. More…
What a place! More…