Rhâââ. Let me tell you about the woooorst stay in the woooooorst town ever. EVER !
It cumulated everything I've been starting to loath within my trip in South. A disgusting mix of inflation, developing country, and souless emptiness of tourism-hyperspeed grown cities.
Lemme explain you this :
You've got your quiet cool old fashioned town. A normal town : with shops, restaurants, cybercafes, a museum, and a few hotels. OK. With normal prices.
Then, create a touristic target around. For example, a Cueva de las Manos. A nice old cave covered with prehistorical hand paintings. Well. Classify it thanks to Unesco.
Now, a huuuuge flow of tourists arrive, full of $ and €, and start inflating prices. OK. Tourist-place owners get wealthier as prices raise, except for the local population (yeah, you have less to pay if you are Argentinian or part of the Mercosur), because if not, it's not fare. Fair.
I mean : Europeans have more buying power, and if wouldn't be fair to locals to raise prices because of tourists, and therefore, make impossible to inhabitants to take advantage of their own country, just because toursists have artificially raised prices. See what I mean ?
Then, create a touristic target around. For example, a Cueva de las Manos. A nice old cave covered with prehistorical hand paintings. Well. Classify it thanks to Unesco.
Now, a huuuuge flow of tourists arrive, full of $ and €, and start inflating prices. OK. Tourist-place owners get wealthier as prices raise, except for the local population (yeah, you have less to pay if you are Argentinian or part of the Mercosur), because if not, it's not fare. Fair.
I mean : Europeans have more buying power, and if wouldn't be fair to locals to raise prices because of tourists, and therefore, make impossible to inhabitants to take advantage of their own country, just because toursists have artificially raised prices. See what I mean ?
I agree with all this, once the pain in ass, reading "45Ar$ for Argentinians, 60r$ for foreigners", has passed. But, for duck's sake, please, at least, at fucking least, provide a decent place to live / sleep / take a shower / eat. Damn, these small touristic inflation profiteers just suck the money out of tourists, as if this were "magic", "normal" to let people live in that local-under-developed-wasteland and charge them of a fee that would be considered "normal" if, ONLY IF, it had occurred in a decent and respectful city which would have taken a smart advantage of the touristic money income. Tourists come, I earn more money, so I improve infrastructures to match the expectations. And not that kind of win / whine relation. Not only saying "Oh, look, it's raining cows ! Let's milk'em like hell, but don't give any additional straw". Silly twats...
Fuck, inflation is not just sucking money. It's meant to be a way to develop, a partnership between investors (tourists) and locals. Unfair immature sneaky profiteers.
Anyway, The only thing I did was stay in that crappy municipal camping-hostel, with no place to cook (thats a camping, but, to my mind, as soon as you put "rooms" you have to offer special devices for non-campers, ie "unequipped" guests) ; with no toilet paper in toilets (same remark) but very interesting comments of the previous guests, and always 1cm of "liquid" on the floor ; where the showers don't have curtains, and provide only a veeeery thin flow of almost boiling water (I drank my maté with hot water from it, so I reckon it was about 75°C / 167°F), and turning cold water (when the handle worked) resulted in a intermittent burst of frozen water.
Finally, I didn't even try to visit the caves (I'd have to pay 175Ar$ of visit + 50Ar$ of entrance + overexpensive meal and so on). The only thing I wanted to do was leaving. I meat a bunch of other people in the bus station, and all seemed to have this same apalled startled eager-to-run-away-in-fear face. Perito Moreno is, and the International Opinion is by my side, the worst town ever.
Poor, dead, empty, dirty, dusty, grey, unhospitable & artificially inflated town.
However, I took some nice pictures.
Near the camping in the evening, day of arrival...
... and morning of leaving.
Oh shy... Leaving to Bariloche, now... NOW !
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