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So a few days ago I headed down south to the hippie colony of El Bolsón When people talked about it, I really thought they were exaggerating but there was no exaggeration on their part. Its original inhabitants made it an ecological municipality. I went on one of the days where the market was in full swing. All stalls were selling handmade crafts or foods (breads, jams, etc). By mid-afternoon, I had grown tired of the market and the flood of people coming into town.

Attempts to make it to Bosque Tallado to hike the Cerro Piltriquitrón failed. I couldn’t find suitable transport to the base and heavy rain the previous night and morning would have made the trails very muddy and slippery.

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Instead I took the collectivo an hour outside of El Bolsón to the Parque Nacional Lago Puelo. Trekked through the trails and finally stopped by one of the outlook points, ate my packed lunch and took a nap near the beach before heading back. This lake is simply amazing. Sadly I didn’t take enough photos to show but at you get closer to the Chilean border, the lake’s color changes (probably because of the sediments). But there is a clear and distinct line that seems to divide the lake.

After a full day of trekking and exploring this hippie colony, I headed back to Bariloche for the night exhausted as ever. I wanted to crash but instead I ended up chilling for a little while with others in the hostel and then went to bed.