(L): One fabulous thing about this Wild Patagonia tour is that all the coach travel is done during the day. Argentinean and Chilean coaches are extremely comfortable – infinitely preferable to their Brazilian counterparts – with substantially reclining seats, a toilet that doesn’t smell like a putrid sewer, seatbelts that work, and drivers that are only moderately life-endangering. Travel during the day means that the landscape can be enjoyed, I don’t get coach-sick (I can see the horizon), and sleeping is undertaken in a bed, in a horizontal position; exactly as it should be.
Thus, if one discounts the hair-raising blind-corner overtaking manoeuvres, today’s journey from Puerto Varas to Bariloche was thoroughly relaxing. And we got a sandwich. Brazil, you should be ashamed of yourself 
(G): Yeah, it’s strange how something like coach travel can be hell on earth one time [link] and almost borderline enjoyable another. I had a good old laugh on our journey back into Argentina today, mainly because of the unexpectedly amusing entertainment.
Normally, I’d have made a swift grab for the iPod at the sight of the unpromising title screen for Aliens in the Attic but after three solid hours of full volume show tunes in the seat next to me, the poor battery had had enough.
Not such a bad thing as it turns out, because the movie quickly began to reveal a quirky humour that soon had me attracting mildly irritated glances from my fellow passengers with my over-enthusiastic lol-ing. Particularly when the hapless extra-terrestrial gets tangled in the kid’s slinky, which he takes to be a cunningly laid trap for alien invaders (you really had to be there, I guess…)
So, er, moving on. We’re in Bariloche [map] today – the heart of the beautiful Argentinean lake district, so no time for kid’s movies for now.
