Archive for February, 2010

Lazing on a Tuesday afternoon.

2010/02/10
Vista al lago / View of the lake

Wind from the Andes brings clouds and waves

I have no notes for the 10th February and all the indications are that we had a great day doing absolutely nothing. The photos tell me that it was a windy day, and I remember we jumped – oh, ok, tiptoed – into the lake for a swim but the wind was pushing a current that made it quite difficult, especially for the smaller ones.

So we chilled, and pottered among the rocks.

Vista a Bariloche desde el lago / View of Bariloche from the lake

Waves on the lake.

The Fogarty-Collises were still with us – I’m trying not to feel jealous that as I write they are actually off to India, but then they weren’t away all last year.

David on the rocks

David on the rocks

Ailsa, Julie and Síle with the wind in their hair

Ailsa, Julie and Síle with the wind in their hair

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Swinging through the trees.

2010/02/09

There must be something quite primaeval about swinging through the forest, calling to us from the distant origins of our evolution. Or possibly its just the effects of Disney and the Jungle Book: we all see ourselves as Mowgli even while heading for the size and shape of Baloo.

So it was that we decided to spend a hot summer’s afternoon on what was advertised at the time as the world’s (or possibly South America’s) longest canopy adventure, a 2 1/2 excursion involving a drive up the side of a mountain – it was hardly even a track let alone a dirt road – in a well-worn jeep followed by a series of 10 James Bond-esque swoops down cables, covering a total distance of 2.5 km.

Síle gets ready for the canopy

Maybe it wasn’t quite Daniel Craig, who would presumably have eschewed the helmet, safety harness and all those hooks and pulleys, sliding down on his wolfish grin while fending off all manner of strange assailants whose bullets could never quite penetrate the sang-froid of a British secret service agent, but it was fun nonetheless and we were, as promised, treated to some breathtaking if fleeting view through the trees and over the Lago Nahuel Huapi and on to the mountains beyond.

View of snow capped Andes behind the Lago Nahuel Huapi

It was great fun, if not excessively challenging. After sliding down ten different wires I was feeling that, while each was certainly different, there was a certain generic similarity and I could have done with some variety. I remember doing a series of tree-top courses in France that included the wire descents as part of a much more complex (and difficult) tour and felt that this facility could have done with branching out a bit, if you’ll excuse the pun.

Ailsa disappears from sight.

Tired but happy, we headed back to our lakeside apartments to watch the moon rise over the mountains after another glorious day

The moon over Lago Nahuel Huapi