The Long and Winey Road
Trip Start Oct 29, 2003
117Trip End Ongoing
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After another long bus trip arrived in Cordoba, Argentina's second city and home to their first university.
Interesting history and architecture but at this point like you I couldn't have cared less.
Darren got even more miserable from the constant moving, crappy hostels and the cold.
Wendy got pissed off because Darren wasn't that much fun to be with - no really - and wonders why she took ten weeks off work to be here.
Spent several hours in internet cafe deciding what to do and where to go next.
Darren realised that that he's spent too long in Argentina: eating dinner at 10pm has become acceptable; he doesn't find anything wrong with having five sugars in a cup of coffee; he's calling the Falkland Islands Las Islas Malvinas; he has the urge to play football with his hands.
After many emails and much websurfing managed to book flights to visit Lynda my dad's cousin.
Lynda lives here.
Stopped by church with a missing spire to thank God for the internet, frequent flyer miles and Lynda.
Wendy taught Darren backgammon. Darren isn't very good. Australia win. Darren vows revenge.
Watched Pirates of the Caribbean 3 to get us in the mood for upcoming trip
Wish we hadn't gone to see Pirates of the Caribbean because it's absolute crap.
Got on a bus to Mendoza where 70% of Argentinian wine is produced.
Rented the most uncomfortable bikes in the world and got lost en route to winery.
Eventually managed to rest sore arses at Tempus Alba winery. Tasted six wines; didn't have time to visit other wineries. Wendy held the glasses up to examine the wine against the light like Miles in Sideways. She looked for colour and clarity, just to get a sense of it. Thick? Thin? Watery? Syrupy? Then she tipped it to check for colour density as it thins out towards the rim. Uhh, that's gonna tell you how old it is, among other things. Mmm... a little citrus... maybe some strawberry, passion fruit, and, oh, there's just like the faintest soupçon of like asparagus and just a flutter of a, like a, nutty Edam cheese...
Darren sipped and nodded, then stared into the distance
Winced back to bike shop down unmade road dodging tanker trucks full of wine and other pissed bike riders.
Bus home only took exact coins (notes or old salami not accepted) so went to four shops to look for change.
Each time told to bugger off.
Saw old senorita across the street that looked easy to mug.
Snuck up quietly behind her and just about to pounce when Wendy went into fifth shop where she managed to get change because 'she looked nice.'
Got one more bus across snow-capped Andes and the Chilean border to Santiago.
Darren lost again at backgammon. Bugger.
Warmed up western tastebuds at Dunkin' Donuts (hmmmm.....) and KFC (blurgh.....).
Went to warm up island tastebuds instead but rum too expensive.
Had one last steak instead.
Put fleece away and dug out suntan lotion.