Day thirty-eight: Bariloche (May 18, 2019)

I now understand the parking system in Bariloche. The lady from the car rental only explained to me that there are people on the street to whom you have to give money. So I go to the parking spaces marked accordingly with "medido y pago" ("measured and paid") and approach a young man wearing a red safety vest to have him explain the system to me. "No, I'm only responsible for issuing fines," he explains to me. I would receive the parking ticket from the people with the green safety vests, who should be standing near the street corners. Right, I find a young woman and want to buy a parking ticket. She asks me for the license plate of the car. Fortunately, I have a photo of my car with the number on my phone that I didn't remember. She fills out a form for me, takes the money, and types something into her phone. I don't quite understand it. No, I don't have to put the form on the dashboard. It's all taken care of now. Then she shows me her phone. The license plate is stored in the system there with the paid parking duration, and we can safely explore the city and especially visit the worthwhile museum about Patagonia. There, I finally stand face to face with a penguin. It is stuffed. The historical part is very well explained with much appreciation for the indigenous people.

The weather is okay, only a cold wind is blowing. We drive to the Llao Llao Park with a short stop at the traditional hotel of the same name. Dream location with a golf course and gigantic views. During our walk through the villa district, a black dog faithfully accompanies us back to the car. In the park, we only encounter young people and families.

We walk ten kilometers that day and look forward to our last dinner in Argentina.