Friday 17 February Bariloche Rain
It rained through the night and into the day. Not the best for exploring. Sat around upstairs and wandered across the road in search of coffee and cake. Some spirited rivalry between the upstairs rabble (Janine Gordon & Yvonne, Leslie & Scott) and the Tough Tenters (Chris Sam Colin Richard) over who could do the most ribald strip scenes across the courtyard. The contest ended when Colin streaked around the compound in his jocks in the pouring rain.
David & co did a really good comfort food dinner and those of us who were left after the “girlies” retreated to their warm and dry dorm in the hostel huddled together under the awning next to Bob and drafted defamatory comments about each of them to go on the Wall of Shame in the back of the truck. We then felt much better. Jasper’s phone had predicted that rain would end at 9pm and, almost miraculously, it gradually tapered off from about 8.30 until the final few drops fell at exactly 9pm. Then it pissed down again from 9.15.
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