Bariloche
When I arrived in Bariloche, I called my friend Matias who I met in Bolivia on Lake Titicaca. He told me he is working at a traditional folk fest. I stopped by the hostel, took a shower, washed a few clothes, and then headed to the fiesta via bus. It was great fun, with horse races and singers and with everyone carrying huge knives and whips and such. I was selling beer with Matias and also tried various traditional meals, including the empanadas, asadas, brat like sandwiches, and cake. I also drank quite a bit. Keep in mind, I had just ome form an organich life, so the meat and beer was quite tasty. 
Anyway, I made a few friends at the beer stand, and one of the gauchos (Argentine Cowboys) wanted to give me a ride upon his horse. I thought it rude to deny him, but in reality I wanted to. Long story short, once I as up on the horse, it lasted about 5 seconds before we were both thrown form the horse. This of course prompted his friend to want to prove that his horse would have no problems, and I almost flew off that horse as well. I learned that just as you shouldn´t get in a car with someone who is drinking, you shouldn´t get on a horse with someone who is drinking. The picture shows stand, my friend Matias with the hat, and the horses I rode. After that, there was traditional singing and dancng, and then I headed to Matias´s house for some Fernet and coke, and we headed out for a couple of drinks in town.
Anyway, I made a few friends at the beer stand, and one of the gauchos (Argentine Cowboys) wanted to give me a ride upon his horse. I thought it rude to deny him, but in reality I wanted to. Long story short, once I as up on the horse, it lasted about 5 seconds before we were both thrown form the horse. This of course prompted his friend to want to prove that his horse would have no problems, and I almost flew off that horse as well. I learned that just as you shouldn´t get in a car with someone who is drinking, you shouldn´t get on a horse with someone who is drinking. The picture shows stand, my friend Matias with the hat, and the horses I rode. After that, there was traditional singing and dancng, and then I headed to Matias´s house for some Fernet and coke, and we headed out for a couple of drinks in town.On Sunday, I woke up and rented a bike. This was great except that within the first 3 minutes, it started to get really rainy and windy. I was lucky though, in that after teh frist 5 km of my 60km expected ride, a bus took pity on me and let me board to the National park. Once I started though, I loved riding in the rain with my music. I had a great time, and there were very few people about. I orde more thn 60 km anyway, and went to teh ski resort area, through all sorts of backroads, and ended up back at the hostel around 7pm. I will add pictures when I can. Now I am sitting here, with a sore rear ready for bed.
ciao
I also added a pic of some old gauchos and a young one.
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