Seeing Is Believing: Cerro Companario In Bariloche
If you are feeling fit and want to do some exerting activities in Argentina, the Patagonian region has more than enough to do. Two days ago, I felt the urge to escape the megacity of Buenos Aires and see some of the what the vast country has to offer. I jumped on a bus and headed to Bariloche, a small city nestled in the Andean range.
After sleeping off my 24-hour bus ride through Las Pampas and the province Rio Negro, I decided to trek up the ¨small¨ hill called Cerro Companario, 17 kms outside of Bariloche´s center. I wanted to see what one of National Geographic´s top-ten views really looked like (or so I read that the Cerro was in the top ten).
We hiked up the steep trail, which usually takes about half-an-hour, in 20 minutes despite the light drizzle and moderate temperature. In fact, I think the miserable weather prevented me from overheating. I would like to confess right now that I am not even close to being a professional hiker, and the trail proved a bit grueling. The only thing that kept me going was knowing that it would only last half-an-hour.
Finally, we made it to the top which proved to be bittersweet. With the rain coming down a little bit harder and the icy winds becoming a bit stronger, the view was a bit obstructed by my squinting eyes. Nevertheless, the awe and beauty of the Andes was worth every minute of unnatural torture I had subjected myself to. Because we stood atop the peek, we had a 360º panoramic view of all the lakes, mountains and towns below. It literally took my breath away, but that also could have been the exhaustion.
After a couple photo-ops, we sat, sipped mate, ate an empanada and a massive piece of coconut-dulce de leche cake in the circular cafe. After refueling and warming up a bit, we decided to head down. With one look at my canvas shoes, the accumulating mud and increasing rain, we took the cable-chair down, much to my delight.
By Brit Weaver
About the Author
Toronto born and based, Brit is an avid leisure cyclist, coffee drinker and under-a-tree park-ist. She often finds herself meandering foreign cities looking for street eats to nibble, trees to climb, a patch of grass to sit on, or a small bookstore to sift through. You can find her musing life on her personal blog, TheBubblesAreDead.wordpress.com.