The place used to be a ritzy hotel where European types came to bathe in the hot springs, hoping that the mineral rich waters would do their bodies good. In 1963, an avalanche destroyed the entire hotel, prompting management to evacuate the area.
Whatever was left of the hotel stayed there and people now can come and use it for absolutely free. 40 years of sulfur rich waters running through metal pipes and tiled water ways can turn a ritzy hot springs paradise into quite a nasty place. There was one pool, however, that defied the works of nature and managed to remain off the hook through all these decades.
After going to check out the Aconcagua miradoe, we went back to the hostel and got ready to go to the springs. There were four of us, Margit and Rene (an Austrian couple we had met along the way), Matze and me. I had my Brazilian yellow speedos on, which were small enough by any American standards. But turns out was I the only one concerned about covering my body.
Before I could say cheese, the three were butt naked ...
Ohh... you have speedos? said naked Matze
yeah, duh. I said
You mind we go naked?
no, duh.
The funniest thing about the whole bit is that they kept going in and out of the pools to go get cigarettes, so it is safe to say I got my share of peaks. Matze has been rock climbing for ten years, so I dont need to go over her package. Still, there might be those readers who arent familiar with the degree of fitness that rock climbing requires from its practitioners, so here it goes. Her legs were more solid than sequoia trees, better toned than a tour-de-France ciclist and more ripped than Mick Jagger's cheek bones on his best cocained days. Her bubbly but defied her arian heritage and made it okay for her to refer to Black women as sisters. Her six pack was so well defined that when she flexed, you could see up to the fourth decimal point. The short of it is she had it going on.
One thing I realized almost instantly, however, was that hot naked ladies arent always sexy unless they are at least trying a little bit. Margit and Matze kept getting in and out of the pool, but they did it in such a casual way that it didnt look hot at all.
You girls are ruining it for me, I thought to myself.
I am bathing in a hot springs with two hot white girl (Hittler must be turning in his grave, by the way), the least that you two could do is behave a little sexier.
Ohhh well, you cannot always have it all I guess. They spoke German the whole nite, pretty much leaving me out of the conversation all together. I didnt mind, I wanted to watch the stars and I had already seen Matze naked, do it couldnt have been all that bad.
I counted six shooting stars that nite.
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