I board my bus which takes about an hour to reach Colonia Suiza. As I disembark I think to myself "where is this cute little Swiss village.". Somehow I have pictured a town like Leavenworth....cute little Swiss chalets....not so. I walk for about 15 mins. down a dusty road and then I glimpse the first of many little artisan's shops, restaurants, hostels.
I browse a few of the shops and buy a couple of cute bracelets. I visit some gardens as things here seem to grow very well. Raspberries seem to be a main product however are finished for the season. I find a cute little place to eat and treat myself to the special, limon troucha. Trout cooked with a light, lemon cream sauce. Served with pan fried potatoes and salad. I order a local crevasse (beer) to finish it off. Delicious. Desert is included (home baked apple pie) however I am trying to catch the 3 pm bus back to Bariloche as I am unsure when the next bus will be so I take the pie to go.
No bus, I have missed it (if there was one at all) so try to find when the next bus will be. There is a microbrewery by the bus stop so I ask the fellow there. He says there might be a bus at 4 pm but maybe not. If not then, perhaps at 6 pm? After all this is South America he says, he shrugs and smiles apologetically. What to do? Settle in to wait.
The bus comes at 4 pm and I head back to my apartment. Today is cloudy....first day that it hasn't been bright blue skies. The mountains across the lake take on a different dimension.
I am thinking perhaps I will take a bath tonight....I have another look at this tub.....mmmmm...definitely not made for someone as tall as I am. I cannot even straighten my legs out let alone lay down.
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