The Briton Gappies

Our four English gappy roommates in Buenos Aires entertained us with card games, cheap beer, and a night of dancing in a club that seemed only to stock nineties pop tunes. Although a fun and memorable time, we knew there would be many temporary friendships in our travels. We learned however, that the Gringo Trail is a well-trodden path where we would meet potential travel buddies with similar itineraries, or people with amazing stories and recommendations, having already been where we were headed.

It was initially a surprise to catch a glimpse of the Britons at the Rio Gallegos stop over. We had already bid our farewells in Buenos Aires, and wondered if they were headed to El Calafate as well. The next morning, the question was put to rest when they entered the dining hall for breakfast at our hostel. What fate! They had also booked a tour for the glacier that same morning, though with another agency.

A little bar called Libro Bar sat in the town centre and was named so because it appeared like a library from the street. After dinner, Julie and I entered the cosy place for some very expensive beer. It must have been the only tourist bar in town, as we were soon joined by the Britons. Michael and Tom again provided amicable company, but some drinks, a few laughs, and stolen empanadas later, it was time to call it a night and say good night and good bye for the last time.

Maybe.