i want a cabin in the woods
(G): There was a slight touch of chaos to our arrival in San Martín de los Andes today. It’s the last stop on the GAP Patagonia itinerary but there’s not really anything much to do here.
That’s not strictly true, of course – you can hike spectacular Mt Lanin but that takes two days and we only have one (way to go GAP planners), so we went into DIY overdrive and cornered some hapless national parks official and started badgering him about where to go and what to do. In a cruel twist of fate, however, Ricardo turned out to have much more stamina for the telling than we had for the listening. An hour later, after a bamboozling discourse on the trails, mountains, rivers and lakes of San Martín, we bade farewell to Ricardo with no clearer notion of what to do than when we arrived.
Then one bright spark suggested we hire a car for the day and spin ourselves around the famous Siete Lagos – plunging the group into logistical turmoil. “How far is it?” “Where can we hire a car?” “Do we need two cars, or just one?” “Can we go hiking as well?”
There’s a good reason these things are normally planned months in advance and it’s because any group of people larger than two seems to be chronically unable to agree on and execute a plan without a decisive organiser. It’s almost enough to make you wish you had a bossy teacher in the group. Almost.
(L): After almost three weeks travelling with the same seven people, it is a wonder that we are all getting on so amicably. As time in the same company passes, odd habits grow irritating and sometimes a little space is needed. So I confess that Danielle is really getting on my tits. In conversation, she never asks anyone else a question, and only ever talks about her and Dominic; Dominic this, Dominic that. Dominic is her boyfriend of several years, and I can tell you almost everything about him :/ in fact, I’m tempted to ask her how big his cock is, as that is probably just about the only piece of pointless information that she hasn’t imparted to her ever-patient audience.
Fortunately I have several equally irritating habits, that become apparent to anyone who is in my company long enough. Apart from being an opinionated, impatient control freak, I also have an automatic switch to turn my brain off at the socket and not listen to a word… 
