3 blog night...El Bolson

After gettin out of Bariloche I thought my next stop should be El Bolson. El Bolson is a really cool town surrounded by rocky peaks and know for its artesenal brews and small town hippie feel. As soon as I got in I felt pretty comfortable even though I hadn't a clue where I was going. Whenever I get off a bus in a new town its kinda a pain in the ass to try and figure out the city, the busses, the cabs and the streets. After a day or two its all so easy. I found the bus stop fairly easy and when the bus came I thought I was supposed to take I was ÿelled at by the driver telling me something or another way to fast! The next bus came with the exact same results. A hand jesture led me to believe I was on the wrong side of the road so I went to the other side. I waited for a good half hour and came to the realization the bus might not be coming..I should grab a cab...but I havn´t seen a cab in the hour I´ve been in town...I did see a taxi sign though. I stood there for a good 20 min gettin pissed and upset and muttering to myself how this city sucks wtf are the cabs!?!? I then go to the tourist info center and they inform me the only way to get a cab (Remise) is to call for one. Hmmm this info woulda helped me an hour ago. I get into their cab and off to the hostel feeling much better and enjoying the town again. Upon arriving at the Hostel Publeito I meet a couple guys and they are all going back to town to check out the town fair. Pretty much a bunch of hippies sellin hippie stuff. We walk a bit and my amigo Lee finds the beer stand. We have 1 then 2 and then Jeremy and Brian want to get waffles. Lee and I kinda look at each other like WAFFLES?? But we go with and whataya know the ice cream waffleria sells EL Bolson beers...12 diff varieties. Lee decides to buy 1 of each and we all have an El Bolson beer tasting. They were OK Nothing to special but we continued to order more beers and then partied into the night. The weather in Bolson was crap so this became an everyday ritual, the drinking that is. Lee and I would plan treks to the mountains wake up and see it was raining or snowing or the wind was blowin some 85 miles an hr. A few days in a couple girls came in Jenny and Ava and they were from Seattle. Jenny lives in Ballard and Ava in Wallingford. We chat a bit and I was telling them I planned on going south to Calafate. Jenny was wondering if I was camping and I told her I had no gear. Ava was returning home to Seattle and Jenny had a bus ticket to Calafate in 2 days. She had a 2 man tent and if I wanted to roll along I was more than welcome. I thought about it that night, booked my 28 hr bus ticket the next day and left for Calafate. I need a break from drinking anyway!