Bariloche, Argentina cont. (Saturday night edition)

As a little note to start off, my first time staying in a hostel was Amazing. We sat with people all over the world at breakfast and dinner. There were 6 of us in a room and we were immediately all comfortable with everyone. The shower was nice and warm (though Sarah had some trouble remembering C meant caliente), our beds were made in the afternoons, and the food was good. And how cool is it to say I partied in Bariloche clubs with a Israeli, an English guy, and a guy from Belgium! 

Now to finish the epic tale of Bariloche: 

So after our second dinner of the night at the steak restaurant, we headed over to Moving Bar for some drinks. We met up with our roommies and though Kris and Desmond headed back for some sleep, Sarah and I stuck it out for a bit longer. We all made a movement to go to an Irish bar that we had all been warned about. Rightly so, as it was Packed. We got some beer and hung around for a while, until deciding it was time to dance. Sarah, myself, our roommate, and his friend headed down the the street to "Dusk", a popular discotec. It was a bit less crowded but not much. We got some more beer and squeezed our way towards the center of the dancing. Apparently it was quite late for as we stayed there for a good while, when we got out it was 7am! After a bit of wandering around Bariloche we got back to our rooms about 8am. Don't ask me how we did it! At 10am the boys were up and packing and incredibly Sarah and I got up as well. We had to check out by noon, our bus left at 3:30, and we still had chocolate shopping to do! I guess the chocolate was motivation enough as we got ourselves moving. Sarah and I joined up wit our friends from last night and got some big coffees at a cafe. We then went to the biggest chocolaterias around: The Tourist, Rapa Nui, and Mamuschka (spanish word for russian nesting dolls). No picture-taking allowed unfortunately, but the smells were the best part. We picked up some chocolate to share and for ourselves (though not nearly enough), and realized it was time to go. After hurrying to the bus station, we then waited an hour past our departure time. The bus ride was long (and the movie Los 33 Mineros was terrible) and as it always happens, when we got to Valdivia it was raining. However, the trip was a great success and as everyone says: after you go to Bariloche, you can't help but want to go back.