Friday, November 19, 2010

On the bikes before the pool- day 3

The day before I spotted a bike rack. I immediately went up to the  front desk and asked if we could use them and booked them for the next morning.

 a gecko- the only thing awake at 7am

Monday, November 15, 2010

Morning hike! - Day 2

We had signed up for the short hike around the property at 9.40am. So we got up, got into our hiking gear and went downstairs for breakfast. After breakfast we went to the lobby and waited for Miguel, our guide.

The tour started in the hotel- Miguel was explaining that the hotel had been built 100 years ago during the height of Argentina's wealth. The hotel was one of the Trans-Andenian railway's favorite stops, and was allegedly only for the elite. Originally, there were over 150 rooms and 150 pools, but rises in the river and a tragic glacier rupture 500 miles into the mountain washed most of it away. Reminds me a little of the Titanic- how pride indirectly sank the boat. According to legend, the spirit that's supposed to roam this area is particularly cruel to greed and arrogance.

Now all that's left of the original hotel is the pool and the white pedestal fence on the edge of the hotel grounds.


the hot springs - day 1

As soon as we got up from our nap we were headed to the hot springs. We left our robes at the dressing rooms, were given towels and headed to the water.

There were clocks everywhere. They suggest that you stay no longer than 15 minutes in every pool, specially the hot ones. Here's Frankie in one of the first ones.

 

Sunday, November 14, 2010

"that chinchulin is the shit"- day 1

our bedroom view to the thermal pool

After giving the front desk Frankie's credit card information we were escorted up to our room. We arrived at exactly 2:00 pm.- just in time for lunch. We quickly went upstairs and put our bathing suits and robes on. In one of the pictures below you can see our suite, but that  picture was taken after we scattered all our things- we all know by now that Frankie doesn't travel light.

a las termas!

Frankie and I decided to go to the Termas de Cacheuta on Saturday and Sunday- but since it was my birthday and the both of us hava had a hard year, we decided to go that Thursday- the next day. Luckily we were able to call and make reservations.

in the remis on the way to the hot springs