I must have managed almost 10 hours of sleep on the bus, unlike a plane you don't get the dehydration factor or any of the annoying stewardesses waking you up every 10 minutes. Despite expectations the 18 hour bus journey was quite easy and about 25% of the price compared to flying.
Puerto Madryn greeted us in the form of a very Welsh looking taxi driver, I was almost sure that he was going to call me "boyo". At the invitation of the Argentine government 153 Welsh immigrants arrived in Perto Madryn in 1863, apparently to escape the English erosion of Celtic life. Setting up a colony 80km inland many left after a great flood in 1899 but another contingent arrived in 1911, the colony now in its 5th generation still speaks but this is a tradition that isnt set to continue.
Puerto Madryn is a quiet seaside town and on our arrival was being battered by what seemed like a mini hurricane, taking refuge in an Internet cafe for the afternoon we surfaced to find a beautiful calm sunny evening and a walk on the beach was in order.
The view of Puerto Madryn from our hotel room
Dinner was interrupted by a fireworks display on the beach which was followed by some sort of mini rave, lead by what looked and sounded like some sort of cult leader. I was tempted to break out some of my classic dance moves from the 90´s but it had been a long day.
Highlights: Impromptu beach party
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