The clouds looked fluffy in the clear blue sky. The lake water shined a bright crystal blue, as it reflected the strong afternoon sun. The dark green forests and snow-capped mountains lined both sides of the lake – they seemed never-ending. I stood on the deck of the ferry, as it rides tranquilly along Lake Nahuel Huapi.
An official photographer on-board busily snaps photos of us passengers, hoping to earn a quick buck.
The Spanish-speaking guide called us in as we began to dock in the port after 55 min.
As a kiasu Singaporean, I rushed to the exit and walked hastily ahead of the group – with good reasons. It was 3:30 pm and the Los Arrayanes National Park, or Arrayanes Forest, is empty right now.