On the trail of Lava Bread...to Puerto Madryn

The last night in Villa Gesell we hit upon the Cine Pacifico to see the much vaunted
`Parfum`. `The draughtmans contract` with a hint of ´Predator´. Judging by the quizzical faces in the Cinema they were as puzzled as we and what was Dustbin Shortman doing in that hat, in that cellar, most unnerving to the casual observer.
Its not a must see...but it beats Jaws 4 in spanish, in Encarnacion Paraguay with Micheal Caine playing drunk lothario Shark-hunter to the stars and hilarious bloody death of dreadlocked shabby sidekick...thus a final trip to Studio 212 before leaving the place...nice!
Next day off to Johnny Newbury airport, BA for plane to Puerto Madryn. Oh so nearly first travelling disaster anecdote with troublesome language gaff on a ticket we had but nobody could understand. Apparently Aerolineas Andes not a commonly bandied about name and we nearly fell for it....but by hook and crook we get on to the plane.
Fabulous scenery to Puerto Madryn, we are now truly in the Wide sweeping expanse of Patagonia and it does not disappoint. It stretches as far as the eye can see from a plane and is barren and featurefull.
Check into Solar de la Playa hosteria which is gorgeous and walk into the town which has more of a frontier feel to it. Standard uniform...funny trousers with pocket for needle and thread, gortex top (breathable) and fashionable windbreak. Thouands of Mate cups on sale, Patagonia t-shirts for the discerning and trips to Peninsular Valdes or tea in Gaimen with Mrs Jones...
Beautiful sweeping beach and a layed back atmosphere, beachside restaurants litter the broadwalk back to the Hosteria....we are also further than we have ever been from vegetables and fruit..intake of protein about to reach atkins proportions...Ketosis here we come