Nothing is obvious for the gringos in Chile

While in El Chalten I met an American lad with a similar sense of adventure. Alex and I decided to continue north together in hopes to seek what the boys called an Epic. I will try to explain this as well as possible. It was discussed there are three types of fun:

1. A type of fun where you´re enjoying yourself throughout the entire situation and you recognize that you´re enjoying yourself.

2. A situation that isn´t great while you´re in it, but you look back and think fondly on that situation and consider it to have been fun.

3. A situation that isn´t fun while you´re enduring it and though you may have the story afterwards, the situation usually wasn´t worth the story.

If I understand correctly, an Epic can be all of those three - but depending on your intonation, it usually means either 2 or 3. I think.

Anyways, our ideas swirled around hitch hiking, renting a car, or busing to the middle of Patagonia. In the end busing was the only feasible option. We set off for Cohaique. Nothing is obvious for us gringos though. We ended up in tiny towns, usually stranded because another bus wasn´t scheduled for a day or two. We were the only tourists in a number of these towns - one of which I´m pretty sure was home of the apocalypse.

When we asked locals where/when to catch a bus - they would say, on the corner two blocks down. There was never a sign - there was never really a set time. We sat on the side of many roads in hopes we would end up in the right place at the right time. 

Sun set in Los Antiguos.

Los Antiguos.

Waiting hours for a van bus - hoping we´re in the right place... in apocalpyse town. 

Local grafitti art.

Perhaps the more talented of the two. 

Waiting for a bus - bum dog in toe. 

Waiting for the ferry in Chile Chico