Dolavon and Argentinean hospitality. Patagonia. Argentina

We spent the whole Saturday evening in the magnificent village of Dique Florentino Ameghino, waiting for technical assistance which was going to take us to the town of Dolavon. This little Patagonian town was founded in the 19th century by Welsh immigrants.

Technical assistance came very late at night, lifted our car slowly and dragged it 90 km for almost two hours. The car mechanic -Julio Taccari- had met us at his workshop and as soon as we left the car he told us to pick up our things quickly because he was in a rush as he had been cooking asado back at his home (and that’s really a holy matter). Then he added: “You are going to sleep at my house until I fix your car” ūüôā

As soon as we got out of the car next to his house, our new friend added: “Don’t be afraid today is my wife’s birthday, so the whole family has gathered”. We had lots of fun that night and probably the best asado in the area. Our car mechanic Julio, whose hobbies are not only cars and racing, but also singing karaoke, prepared all the equipment, several microphones were connected, and after the first song was made just after the midnight, the karaoke fiesta ended at 4 or 5 o’clock in the morning.

The next morning after having a nice breakfast with Julios family, we went to the workshop to see what was going on. Julio is simply a great mechanic, finding the problem only by listening to the car engine. It was immediately decided that the problem was very serious and that it is necessary to disassemble the car. As it was Sunday, all the stores were closed, so we couldn’t buy the bearing for our car. Instead of this, we spent all Sunday driving karts on a desert.

On a late Monday evening, after the car had been repaired, Julio hugged us wishing good luck and asking to come back to visit. As the sun was going down we headed to the west being grateful that everything went so well and that we have met such a wonderful people.

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Pasamos toda la tarde del s√°bado en el maravilloso pueblo de Dique Florentino Ameghino, esperando la asistencia t√©cnica que nos iba a llevar al pueblo de Dolavon. Este peque√Īo pueblito Patagonico fue fundado en el siglo XIX por inmigrantes galeses.

La asistencia t√©cnica lleg√≥ muy tarde en la noche, levant√≥ nuestro auto lentamente y nos llev√≥ unos 90 km durante casi dos horas. El mec√°nico de Dolavon -Julio Tccari- nos estaba esperando en su taller y, tan pronto como dejamos nuestro auto, nos dijo que juntar√≠amos nuestras cosas r√°pidamente porque el ten√≠a mucha prisa porque hab√≠a estado cocinando asado en su casa (y eso es realmente un asunto sagrado) . Luego agreg√≥: “Chicos, ustedes se quedaran en mi casa hasta que arregle su auto” ūüôā

Cuando bajamos del auto al lado de su casa, nuestro nuevo amigo agreg√≥: “No tengan miedo hoy es el cumplea√Īos de mi mujer, por lo que toda la familia se ha reunido”. Nos divertimos mucho esa noche y comimos probablemente el mejor asado en el √°rea. El mec√°nico de nuestro auto – Julio -, cuyos pasatiempos no son solo autos y carreras, sino tambi√©n karaoke, prepar√≥ todo el equipo para cantar, varios micr√≥fonos fueron conectados, y despu√©s de la primera canci√≥n que se ha hecho justo despu√©s de la medianoche, la fiesta de karaoke termin√≥ a las 4 o 5 en la ma√Īana.

A la ma√Īana siguiente, despu√©s de un buen desayuno con la familia de Julio, fuimos al taller para ver qu√© estaba pasando. Julio es simplemente un gran mec√°nico, y encuentra el problema solo escuchando el motor del auto. El inmediatamente decidi√≥ que el problema era muy serio y que ser√≠a necesario desmontar el auto. Como era domingo, todas las tiendas estaban cerradas, por lo que no pudimos comprar el rodamiento que necesit√°bamos. En cambio, pasamos todo el domingo conduciendo karts en un desierto.

El lunes a √ļltima hora de la tarde, despu√©s de que nuestro auto fue reparado, Julio nos abraz√≥ dese√°ndonos buena suerte y pidiendo que volvi√©ramos a visitarnos. Mientras el sol se pon√≠a, nos dirigimos al oeste agradecidos de que todo sali√≥ tan bien y que hemos conocido la gente tan maravillosa.

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