Tea, scones and glass eye.
After the visit to Puerto Madryn our spirits could only be lifted. Upon entering Gaiman we noticed the change immediately. A green, charismatic, and flavoursome town. Established by Welsh settlers with cooperation from the native Indians in the area at the time this town was brought to life in 1874. It´s home to many tea houses, decent restaurants, museums telling you of the towns Welsh heritage, mosquitos and Lukes second nut scare. It´s not quite PG tips in the tea houses but it is definately the best tea we´ve had so far. The hostel we stayed in was very quiet and out of the way. Turning out to be more like a hotel we didn´t really get the socialising vibe we have become accustomed to whilst staying in hostels. Strange classical music playing in the morning while we are the only ones there having our breakfast, The Shining instantly comes to mind. Our friendly yet freaky hotel owner likes to pat shoulders. I never noticed the eye, but I have been told it was strange. We stayed for two nights in Gaiman before returning to Trelew for a bus to take myself and Luke to El Calafate via San Julian. In Trelew we parted ways with Beatrice as she had to return home for work. It was sad to say goodbye as we had all shared some good times in the time we travelled together but such is life, we are sure we will all meet again some day. Bring on El Calafate in which we have friends met previously on the road awaiting round 2.