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On Saturday, Harrison headed back to El Bolsón to eventually meet up with friends to go to Northern Chile and Perú, while I made my way to the South of Argentina. I took a 4 hour bus from Bariloche to Esquel which is a relatively small frontier feel town. It´s basically the last good size town before the vast expanse of very little. I was on a quest to go to Futaleufú which is a very small town on the Argentina-Chile border, next to the Futaleufú River. This river is well known for its high class rafting of 4+ and 5+ level rapids. I arrived in Esquel and it s
eemed to be a very slow-paced lifestyle city. Walking down the streets around 6pm it seemed as if no one was out. I made my way to the south of town to a hostel that someone had recommended. There I met a 20s year old guy from Holland who had just come back from Chile where he had been camping a long time. We chatted for a while. Only when it became nighttime did people begin to populate the streets and the park. We went out in the evening looking for the party but we found that none of the clubs opened until 3am. There was of course some of the bars open, but we ended up calling it a night.
On Saturday, Harrison headed back to El Bolsón to eventually meet up with friends to go to Northern Chile and Perú, while I made my way to the South of Argentina. I took a 4 hour bus from Bariloche to Esquel which is a relatively small frontier feel town. It´s basically the last good size town before the vast expanse of very little. I was on a quest to go to Futaleufú which is a very small town on the Argentina-Chile border, next to the Futaleufú River. This river is well known for its high class rafting of 4+ and 5+ level rapids. I arrived in Esquel and it s
eemed to be a very slow-paced lifestyle city. Walking down the streets around 6pm it seemed as if no one was out. I made my way to the south of town to a hostel that someone had recommended. There I met a 20s year old guy from Holland who had just come back from Chile where he had been camping a long time. We chatted for a while. Only when it became nighttime did people begin to populate the streets and the park. We went out in the evening looking for the party but we found that none of the clubs opened until 3am. There was of course some of the bars open, but we ended up calling it a night. Sunday was a day of relaxing. I had learned that the next bus to go to Futaleufú was not until Monday so I was just waiting until then. I spent a lot of the day in the nearby park reading ´In Patagonia´ by Bruce Chatwin which describes the experiences of Bruce Chatwin´s trip to Patagonia during the 1970s. He tells about the stories that people told him and connects it with stories from the past including the 
time that Butch Cassidy spent with his crew down in Argentina and the Unicorn of Southern Patagonia. During the day, the city seemed like a Ghost Town. It seemed like there was no one in the streets, only a couple of people in the park. Not until 6 or so did the people come back out into the streets. The park seemed to be a very popular place to go. A man brought a fleet of small red bikes that he rented for children to ride around the park. The park was only the size of 1 block, but the kids seemed to be having a blast riding the small bikes around the park. Later in the evening I went to an internet café to take part in a Skype interview for the AIESEC Vice President position. Spanish is a little difficult to understand in person, pretty difficult to understand over the phone, and very difficult to understand using Skype through a bad internet connection. Needless to say, it made for an interesting interview. We´ll see what happens. As I headed back downtown, there was a band playing rock songs in the street which it appeared the city had arranged. About 6 blocks in the other direction there was another band playing reggae which made an interesting combo. I came back to the hostel around 11 to find the group of travelers that were waiting for their bus that headed south at 2am from Esquel. Pretty much everyone heading south head to go on this bus, but it only leaves every two days. After spending some time in the bar, I headed to bed hoping that my room partner would wake me at 7am to make the 8am bus considering I didn´t have a watch.
time that Butch Cassidy spent with his crew down in Argentina and the Unicorn of Southern Patagonia. During the day, the city seemed like a Ghost Town. It seemed like there was no one in the streets, only a couple of people in the park. Not until 6 or so did the people come back out into the streets. The park seemed to be a very popular place to go. A man brought a fleet of small red bikes that he rented for children to ride around the park. The park was only the size of 1 block, but the kids seemed to be having a blast riding the small bikes around the park. Later in the evening I went to an internet café to take part in a Skype interview for the AIESEC Vice President position. Spanish is a little difficult to understand in person, pretty difficult to understand over the phone, and very difficult to understand using Skype through a bad internet connection. Needless to say, it made for an interesting interview. We´ll see what happens. As I headed back downtown, there was a band playing rock songs in the street which it appeared the city had arranged. About 6 blocks in the other direction there was another band playing reggae which made an interesting combo. I came back to the hostel around 11 to find the group of travelers that were waiting for their bus that headed south at 2am from Esquel. Pretty much everyone heading south head to go on this bus, but it only leaves every two days. After spending some time in the bar, I headed to bed hoping that my room partner would wake me at 7am to make the 8am bus considering I didn´t have a watch. 
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