El Bolsón

We stopped for one night in El Bolsón, on the way to the Parque Nacional de los Alerces. Never in my life have I seen so many hippies. Here are some in the town square, complete with dreads and the requisite dog.

Here a young woman gets her hair dreaded while listening to some guys in a drum circle. I’m not kidding.

Which reminds me:

How many hippies does it take to screw in a light bulb?
None. Hippies only screw in dirty sleeping bags.

Ziiiiiiiiiiiing! Haha, love that joke.

Speaking of hippies, now is as good a time as ever to mention that there is a bird down here whose call sounds exactly like the quick electric guitar plucks at the end of Grateful Dead’s “Eyes of the World.” A high yip! yip! sound. The Boy knows what I’m talking about.