Night Snowshoeing (by REM?)

After a bus and a jeep (pronounced sheepie in 'Argentinian') ride we were high up in the black mountains overlooking the Moreno Lake and the snow-capped peaks surrounding Bariloche. We fitted our snow-shoes and set off just after sunset. Under the light of a bold moon we crunched confidently along a well trodden path and 5 minutes into the trek we were identified as talented trekkers. The powers that be placed us in an advanced group of 4 with the other 20 (all kids and fat brazilians) being allowed to lag behind, pretty much wallowing in the snow. We ventured forth into fresh snow and unchartered territory and soon realised that not even our hi-tec aluminium snow-shoes would keep us out of trouble. Jackies best move was a graceful headplant and one of my steps saw me sinking waist deep. After our walk we arrived at a refugio overflowing with Argentinian hospitality. We indulged on chocolate fondue and drank bottomless hot chocolate and cognac while listening to some local boys on their guitars. The trip back was a bit of a blur.