Buenos Aires, Bariloche, Torrence de Piene, Calafate, Ushuaia, Tierra del Fuego, Argentina

I landed in Buenos Aires and the next day I went to Bariloche. Kent, the guide and owner of the fly-fishing lodge, met me at the airport. He had arranged a few things for me with a local Travel agent. At least he thought he did, because when we stopped to pick up the paperwork, nothing had been done: Mr. Prandi was the most scatterbrained, distracted, non-medicated, person I have ever met.