10.12.2010 - 16.12.2010 29 °C
it’s been nearly 8 weeks….now 9, after waiting another week to do this, so i thought i better get my act together and contribute something to this blog of ours. besides little old Argentinian grandmother stealing everything i own, things have been going good- in a way it’s good that she stole everything from me because now i really have nothing to hide from the many other thief’s out there. My only bankcard i have left doesn’t work in the card machines here thanks to a magnetic strip that gave up working the day i did. So really if i was to get robbed now all they would be taking is a bag full of unwashed clothes.....good luck with that.
well as most of you know i love this travelling game, it’s a good chance to bring everyone hygiene levels back down to my standard, a great opportunity to drink beer during the weeks and during work hours, and most importantly for me it gives me a opportunity to meet new people every day. Even though we have travelled only a little of the way we have met so many people that have made our travelling experience so enjoyable.......and also a very intelligent American man- who made me realize that i didn’t know everything about everything......much to my surprise. he was a 50 year old journalist who thought he was god’s gift to this world, i must say he was single and it didn’t surprise me, not only because his smelly feet made me nearly throw up every time i spoke with him, but for the fact that there could be no one out there in this universe that could love him more than he loved himself.
any who, looks as if i have to write about Mendoza, since its tonje blog i must do what the boss says- So what can i say about Mendoza, its been one of my favorite places this trip, its the main wine region in Argentina and home of the very famous malbec grape. i was never a big red wine drinker but after a year in Norway and now 3 weeks in Argentina i have become quite the professional.....ok maybe not, but i am really starting to taste the difference between the ones i used to drink out of the box [goon] back home and the quality ones i am drinking now-the red ones over here are world famous and because there is so many to choose from the prices are really competitive which makes them dangerously cheap....my teeth will never be white again... a really quality bottle is about $5 and award winning bottles top of the range is $20. i really am crossing my fingers that i get my passport back soon because i don’t think my liver will function for too much longer in Argentina. our first winery tour was done by bike which sounded like a great idea at the time and turned out to be a great day but as must wine drinkers know, it doesn’t take too much time or too many tastes to make bike riding a very difficult task. Especially if you do mr hugos bike tour which includes a ridiculous amount of red wine before you even start. I learnt a few lessons this day but the most important one of all, was never do a wine tour with a bunch of Irish people ever again. The Irish are designed to drink and even though the sun was shining and there pale bodies were burning they were still drinking red wine like it was water. To make things worse or better which ever way you look at it, when we returned back to hugo’s to drop off the bikes he was standing there with his famous grin greeting us with another few hour’s worth of wine drinking…if it wasn’t for missus hugo (who I must add wears the pants in the relationship) the party would have continued on into the early hours of the morning. Lucky for everyone we were out of there just as darkness hit…….but not early enough for me to slap a good couple of kisses on the neck of mr hugo and a little whisper in his ear wishing he was my father……sorry dad, but this time you were beaten by a good man!!!
Bikes & redwine...maybe not the best combination???
The great man!
The end of a very succesful day with a lot of wine...
Besides wine drinking and a day of shopping around to get a new computer, not much else was done. The weather was great so the hostel pool was our second home and after a busy week in Buenos Aires it was exactly what the doctor had ordered. We did hire bikes one day to check out their big and supposedly beautiful gardens but all we saw was car parks full of people making out and even some who looked as if they were wrestling each other, in most cases it looked as if the man was winning. We soon gave up on the run down park and retreated back to the pool to do some kissing of our own. Ok maybe not, but I did spend time with the love of my life……..beer………and it beautiful…..
Mendoza is amazing and the wine unbelievable good so on the last day before our night bus we thought we should head back to the winery that we had been recommended and actually taste some fine wine and hopefully learn something… We took the local bus out there which was nice, if you call nice being starred at for forty minutes by all the locals. When we arrived in the winery district we thought instead of hiring bikes it would be nice to go for a walk. It didn’t look to far on the map and the sun was shining so it felt like the right decision. Unknown to us the two inch space on the map from where we were to where we had to get to was about a two hour walk. We realized this after about 30minutes when we reached the first street that was only a centimeter on the map from where we started…time to hitchhike…after a few failed attempts a now tired, thirsty and hungry oreeeteh was starting to get on my nerves….we were close to fighting, close to giving up on our mission and close to eating each other when a white light appeared from the distance. A car stopped for us and his car door swung open, we were relieved, ecstatic, we couldn’t believe, who would do such a thing? And there it was, the smile that would bring a smile to anyone’s face. The one and only mr hugo… after a lot of not understanding each other he dropped us at our destination and farewelled us with big kisses and smiles. The great man brings joy to us again. After a great lunch and a wine tour and some more tasting we were at the bus station fare welling a great town, a place where wine is king and where mr hugo is major….