ok so Bariloche was very similar to Pucon, just as beautiful and just as cold, Bariloche wins though because the lakes were bigger and we met cooler people. day one we rode chair lifts up a moutain while Japanese tourists took our picture and waved hello asking ¨are you ok???¨ it was kinda strange but whatever cause the view was worth it, blue slate lakes trapped in green and white mountains, xandre seems to enjoy being cold so he took a lot of pictures for everyone, ally and I waited inside the cafe......but in our defense the cafe held a priceless cultural experience; Chococognac (hot chocolate with cognac, fucking amazing!!!) 
our outdoor adventure was followed by a bottle of whiskey we bought in Mendoza and family dinner at the hostel with our really cool roommate Andy, really solid guy from London who actually liked talking about other things besides traveling (honestly it gets really old after a while, yes we are all traveling and on the road blah blah blah but we also have some other things gonna on man)
I got a little chatty and stated that you could never have too much leather and then started talking about therapists..........but Andy didnt seem too disturbed by it, so we pretty much knew he could hang.
Day two we hung around town a while, then Xandre went Kayaking with an Argentine Elvis fanatic and Ally and I bought chocolates and I had my portrait taken with two St Bernards!
After the Kayaking we opened the second bottle of Mendozian Whiskey, after that we took advantage of the cheap wine of the hostel, and then shit hit the fan.
Basically I felt like being really really nasty and mean, so I stated that a coca cola jingle is more legit than promoting awareness for Aids in Africa (mind you I was wearing my african liberation tribal print leggings at the time) Xandre and I had a screaming match, he left disgusted, Andy and Ally tried to reason with me, I was stubborn so I stood my ground for a good two hours, but once closing time came around I pretty much took it all back and we walked home drunk and happy, one big happy family.
Day three, because of the whiskey the night before we bought three tickets for the black glacier excursion, not wise at all. Cold Cold rain the whole day. We thought that entrance to the national park and lunch was included, it was not, had to bum money off a fellow traveler staying at our hostel named Alan (a really really sincerely nice guy from Toronto). Then we did a ¨hike¨ which was more of a single file line up a mountain with no breaks to look around or BREATHE. We saw the waterfalls, Xandre loved it, I thought it was nice, Ally was pissed. Then we rode through the forest and came to the infamous Black Glacier, the only problem was that it looked like a rock or as Ally stated ¨a bowl of cookie soup¨. It was actually kinda cool though, the broken chunks had really nice lines dividing different shades of grey. Xandre had another Lord of the Rings moment and Ally and I ran around doing our charming ¨rosie o´donnel run¨.
We ended Bariloche with a nice dinner with Andy and then made our way over to the hostel bar for one last round, the place was empty but the bartender was cool and let us have a drink. We had a really good time talking to him, his work basically revolves around using the internet to empower and unite communities so that they don´t need to rely on the government in order to take care of their needs, POWER TO THE PEOPLE. Then we went back to our hostel and Andy looked up pictures of Tipper Gore on his Iphone, then we played a round of Marry Fuck or Kill, and Xandre didnt think twice about killing Chelsea Clinton (leaving him with the two Bush twins to either Fuck or Marry).
The next day we said our goodbyes to Andy and Alan which was sad because the two of them really made Bariloche for us. Andy brought more control and ability to our table, Alan made us realize that our table isnt resting on mound of shit.
Now we are in Buenos Aires, times are good but frankly we´re getting a little homesick......we have really good nights but they make the bright mornings a little rough.
We´re thinking about Omead a lot, and things are down.
We saw a cool Warhol exhibit and thought of sending him a postcard of it, but the only one they had was a Self Portrait in drag. (we thought his parents might get a little weirded out by it)
Today is Turkey day so we listened to Aretha during breakfast and ate Dulce de Leche, tonight we kill the bottle of 100 PIPERS Scotch that we bought.
A few more days of prowling around and then the journey splits,
Dog Wonder is flying home and the two golden outlaws travel north to get their bossa nova on.

MUCH LOVE TO ALL.