The first week, in early January, was a tough one. Although the weather was perfect and the fishing, off the charts... the chemistry of the group left me flat; way too much alpha-male bullshit. So... forget it, I'm not even going there. Catching fish is cool... but that's not all that makes a trip memorable. Usually, it's the people you share time with. I've written the first trip off.
The second week was with a group of old friends; most of the guys I've fished with, here and there, for 20(+) years. All great guys; genuine, competent, interesting, and the only sense of competition is with the younger anglers they once were. Real gentlemen all the way around. Needless to say, Lisa was thrilled to back me up... and that made the trip even sweeter.
As with most things in life, it has to be the going, not the getting there that's good. I love these trips because there's lots of time to relax. The flight's delayed three hours? Cool, I'll pick up another book, or begin that essay I've been meaning to write. The flight to BA has been cancelled? Well... shit-fire, let's find a rockin' Cuban restaurant in Miami and have dinner! It's all good when Lisa's around... time with your wife is a wonderful thing.
It was a long flight... but we arrived refreshed and ready to go. It's a bit of a drive from the international airport to the heart of BA, but I enjoy the memories that flash past the taxi on our way into town... it's been almost 30 years!
We arrive at our hotel... nice digs. We check in and go to the patio for drinks... Afterwards, it's a short walk to our favorite cafe for big, thick-bottled beers and some lunch. Can you spot the Gringos? Along the way, we stop to stock up on cigars... have I mentioned cigars? The route to the cafe takes us past one of many giant ficas trees... pretty incredible. These guys are real gems... old friends that we love and always enjoy spending time with. Cheers! We have a visit from someone who might be a good target for Heero's bird of prey... Afterwards, a long relaxing nap, and dinner at one of my favorite Parillas... What's cooking? We all sit, and stories flow... along with the wine. In time... dinner is served... My buddy, Kuppy and I, love the mixed grill... bring it! Veal kidney, small intestines, blood sausage, sweet breads (thyroid gland), tripe, sphincter, and any other organ you can think of... all washed down with incredible bottles of wine. Shit-dog-damned! All great things come to an end... but not always with dessert! Comatose, we awake the next morning, and board the domestic flight to San Martin De Los Andes... about a two-hour flight. I'm out cold... so no worries. We arrive... And drive 45 minutes to the lodge; San Huberto, on the legendary, Malleo River. It's good to be back! More to come...
"Make it matter, fuckos." jhnnythndr
" Herre jävlar vilka fiskar!!" P-A
"I'm no saint though, nor a judge. Rock that shit good and hard, and on your way out, wipe your dick on the curtains." - Kyner