Doing bugger all.

Now, when you travel you go through phases.  At the moment I was just in a phase of not really wanting to do much.  I was feeling tired and missing Helle and not really in the mood for moving too much.  I wanted to stay put in one place for more than a couple of weeks.

This didn't happen.  Christmas was getting closer and everyone was busily discussing where they were going to be and making reservations.  I didn't really care where I was going to be.  Or so I thought.

But as everyone kept talking about wherever I went, I started to think more about it and get worried that everywhere would be full.  I had thought I would be in El Chalten and camping up a mountain somewhere.  This idea soon gave way to the idea of going to Montevideo.

With this in mind, some days were spent in Bariloche doing not a lot (mainly eating some of the best ricotta tart I've ever had).