Bus to Bariloche

As far as bus rides go, this was awesome. It was 24 hours of bussing bliss. A double decker bus with a hostess that served meals, and not too mention wine with dinner – now that’s what I call a bus.

We had prime position seats, on the top level of the bus right at the front. It was basically just a wall of glass giving us an unobstructured vantage point. All the photos on this post are taken from where we sat.

Not only was the bus a luxury liner, but the scenery came to the party as well. We woke to beautiful blue skies over the Argentinean lake district. The landscape felt familiar to me, a mix of the baron Australian outback covered in New Zealand alpine scrub, trailing off into South Island lakes with the Southern Alps or the Canadian Rockies towering in the background. It was truly beautiful, we couldn’t of asked for a better welcome.

Waking up on that morning travelling through the little towns of the Lake District enroute to my new home of Bariloche I had a smile on my face, I felt like I had to write something down:

A foggy sunrise through condensated windows, like rain drops on the lenses of life

Looking out over a foreign land that has a fondness of home,

The birds, the trees, the waking workers all have a welcoming allure,

A sense of the beautiful unknown that can only be found in a foreign land,

The bus glides on the asphalt clouds,

The first pages of the Bariloche chapter are being written.