We said our farewells to the Mapuche community that we have gotten to know and love through voluntourism, and to the wonderful staff of Tipiliuke (luxury volunteer travel par excellence!) and to our fellow guests and Kevin drove us the 30 minutes to town for our bus to Villa la Angostura. Every second store seemed to be a chocolate shop, from the Swiss and Austrian influence, Kevin tells us.
It is a gorgeous coach ride alongside seven lakes to Villa la Angostura, where our accommodation was looking over the lake, some distance form town which was not on the lake at all as I had thought. We discovered we were too late for Angostura’s primary attraction: a walk through the Arruyanes Forest, a type of tree only found in this area – the last ferry out to the starting point was at 2pm at this time of year, and the earliest the following morning was at 1115 but we had just booked our onward ride at 1030am.
Audrey’s sunglasses had broken so we began our odyssey in search of new ones, but no joy in this town. No one in the tourist office spoke English, and we were told that Angostura is ‘muy tranquillo’…he was right, although the view from our hotel was spectacular, only to be surpassed the following day by the sublime Llao Llao hotel in Bariloche.