We´ve had a pretty relaxing time here, in the beautiful valley of El Bolson, surrounded by mountains and next to the quimquimtreu river (apparently the Mapuche indian name which is onomatopoeic. Think of rocks rolling down the river and you´ll get it).

The hostel is two buildings, the one we stayed in sleeps seven, it was the owner´s house when he arrived here 25 years ago, after he built it that is.

The landscape here is pine forest and dry mountains, behind the closer mountains, which only go up to 2500m there are glimpses of the Chilean Andes to the west (only 15km away) and bigger hills to the North and South.

We took a trip out yesterday and rode on the Old Patagonian Express from El Maiten. It doesn´t run a proper service any more but goes onto the patagonian steppe. It was like riding an train from the old west, and it was this area that Butch and Sundance came to. I was sitting on the step, between two wooden carriages, watching the barren plain and I half expected to see a couple of riders trying to catch up.
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