Bariloche and my secret home


Why can’t these Argentinean people just be NOT kind! Arghh.. Everywhere I go I seem to end up wanting to stay longer. I have no complains at all, but it’s just so difficult to move on to the next destination. I’m totally in love with this magical country. more!

Refugio Frey in the Andes


I really deserved this, I’m thinking as I lay down on the rocks at the lakeside near the peak of the mountain. After having hiked for four hours I’ve finally made it to Refugio Frey. I had no idea that I was going to encounter a lake at this height, so I forgot to bring my bikini. Luckily it’s okay (I think) to just relax near a lake in Argentina in your underwear. So I’ll just do that. more!

The seven lakes & San Martin de los Andes


At eight in the morning a very comfortable looking bus waits for me to hop on so that we can start the tour to the seven lakes & San Martin de los Andes. As I pick a seat the nice local guide, Federico, looks up my name on the list and I can tell they have communicated by phone because my last name is written as Richter instead of Rigters (happens a lot). It’s always funny to see the variety of changed names I get while being abroad. The very friendly and funny driver is called Pato, I guess because he walks like a duck. His real name is Antonio though. more!