This morning we crawled out of bed, blurry-eyed from our noisy hotel on Mitre Street in the busy tourist town of Bariloche, not my favorite place, and caught a bus to the port of Lago Nahuel Huapi. We boarded the catamaran right across from a posh golf course and it was all I could do to keep Tom away from golf ball collecting. He swore he could spot a few balls not far from the road.
After pushing off we sailed down the lake to Puerto Best with the sun rising. Then boarded another bus for a trip up the mountains and down to the second lake to Puerto Frias, where we cleared the Argentine border. Then onto the next place, Puela where we spent a delightful hour (NOT) with Chilean customs and immigration. We could not reserve a room at the grand hotel there but it turned out to be rather boring although picturesque. On to Lago Todos de los Santos, then a bus along Lago Llanquihue (which sounds like ‘Yankee Way’) to Puerto Varaz where we are staying at the Bella Vista Hotel in the town center.
We stopped at a couple of National Parks, the best was at an amazing falls where they have record breaking salmon swimming up to spawn. There are also many trout, all kinds. The fishing license is $30. per year and fishermen are allowed to keep 15 kilos of salmon a day or three pieces. How’s that, Pat?
We dined at great fish restaurant. I had king crab again and lovely cold white wine with an Isreali couple that we met. They told us all about where to go from here.