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Carlos pellegrini

We arrived in the village Carlos Pellgrini, which is the village in the actual Esteros Del Ibers natural reserve. We got there after a shitty 5 hour truck-bus ride on a dirt road, but when we got there it was dusk and the lake was a beautiful shade of blue with the sun shimmering on its surface. We checked into a rundown hostel directly on the lake shore and went to look around the village and find some groceries to cook dinner with, which bt all means, was not an easy task.

The village itself is very scenic and it seemed that time just didnt pass through there. There are only dirt roads and the means of transportation is horses and oxen. The streets r miles long cause everyfamily has a small house surrounded by about an acre for their live stock. There are  no grocery stores but rather some fanilys have a window at the back of there house looking into a tiny room with very basic supplies. We decided to make pasta with some tomato sauce but Liat insisted that some meat be added to the menu, and so we started on the long wild-goose chase after the carneceria. We walked for ages, asking, inquiring, investigating, jumping over fences, going through swamps and marshes in the dark in search for a peice of meat. At the end we found it. It was about the last house in the village, the store was in a private house surrounded by a yard full with animal skins, dogs and huge skinned animals hanging in the garage. We bought some chorizos and burnt-jamon tasting bread for the next day.

By the time we got back we were tired and hungry, just wanted to cook up a quick dinner and go to bed to have an early start in the park. But in the kitchen besides frogs in the pans and cockroches in the sink there was no gas and the manager was nowhere to be found.

And so we waited for about an hour till he came back, lit the gas up in nonchalance and went on his way.

In the minimal facilities we cooked the crappy pasta, which eventually became a big pile of dough, and made tomato sauce, in which we wanted to put chorizo slices, but they under no circumstances were about to be cut so we just crumbled them inside. They whole thing tasted like it sounds and we all went to sleep with stomach aches.