“Oh, you’re out of shape.” – My host after realising how tired I was after a 30km bike ride on rocky terrain.
Bariloche is a city in Patagonia just a couple of hours southwest of Villa La Angostura by bus. I ended up there after recovering from my long cycle in Los Arrayanes. There was no skiing available since it was almost summertime. I’d done enough hiking in Machu Picchu and the Amazon jungle. The only sports left were kayaking and white water rafting. I chose the latter, I’d never been before. We drove two hours to near the Chilean border. Had breakfast of coffee, stale bread and butter, and then received a thirty minute lecture/demonstration on rapid safety. Mostly about what to do if we fell in, but also how to respond to instructions. They filled us with dread. With the notion that we were all going over and our heads would get bashed to pieces on the rocks
After all the buildup, I was a little disappointed with the rapids. The toughest one was the first. Still, after our instructions I was expecting us to be hit with a white wall of water on our left-side and have to lean all out to steady our raft. The waves hit, but they were much smaller and the actual rapid part can’t have lasted more than three seconds. No-one fell over. A lot of buildup for a few short thrills. It was fun,, but it isn’t a sport for me, although you could make the same criticisms about surfing, which I love.