Singin' in the rain (and ridin')

Trip Start Oct 20, 2009
Trip End Jun 23, 2010

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Kette Hotel

Flag of Argentina  , Central Argentina,
Saturday, December 19, 2009


As the bikes were already loaded up in the garage of the hotel the day before, getting going was a snap, and we were off straight after breakfast which the hotelier made a special effort to put on early for us, at 7:30am.

Unfortunately it had been thundering and lightening all night, not to mention flooding rain, so we left the hotel donned in our riding rain suits (full length, waterproof overalls, which can get very hot). We actually don't like wearing them, so at the first opportunity, we shed them. Our destination for the day was Las Grutas, a coastal village with interesting caves in the hillsides.

On one of our regular stops we had a visitor sharing morning tea with us. He was so cute and friendly, so we gave him some of our crussants. Unfortunately he had a couple of nasty tics in his neck, which I would have loved to remove for him.

We were stopped further along the road by what we think was a fruit fly control. Strangely enough, they didn't want our bananas or tomatoes, but we ate the oranges and apples we had on the spot. Fruit which was surrendered was mulched into what looked like a fabulous fruit salad.

It was a good effort to travel 536 km today with the four of us, and we arrived at Las Grutas at 4pm. We called into the tourist office, where the attendant spoke very good English. She gave us some choices of Hotels to stay at, and apologized that there were no hostels. We settled on the Kette Hotel where Lou and Lynn got the best room. Unfortunately, for them, it turned out not to be so conducive, as their neighbours were moving furniture around, or something, at 3 in the morning.

As soon as we'd dumped our stuff in our rooms, (we took very little off the bikes, only our day bag, as the garage was locked up at night), we headed down to the beach after the long tiring ride. Lou went for a swim, and the rest of us watched the locals at rest and play on the beach. It was an unusual beach as there were large stone sheets on top of the sand which the municipal council had dug large rectangle and round holes into the size of swimming pools, about hip deep, so that people could swim in them. The tide comes in everyday to refill them.

There were cliffs all around the ocean in which parrots had nested, and which acted as a wind break for the beach goers. It was a lovely scene.

Families were playing an unusual game with circular wooden discs, tossing them towards a coloured disc, with the intention seeming to be to get the discs as close to the coloured one as possible, a bit like lawn bowls, I suppose. Many families had a set of discs, threaded on a bracket, for carrying, like a coat hanger.

Los Lenos was recommended to be the best place for a steak feed, so we walked 8 blocks to the place, and ordered the 'parrilla’, (a mixture of meats served on a mini charcoal barbecue, not much  bigger than a sheet of A4 paper), after an extensive tour of the kitchen, sampling the meats as we went along. Des and Lou were having some humourous banter with the staff in the kitchen all in good fun. The parrilla contained ribs, black pudding, intestines, skin, a hard sausage and some other off cuts and was a big disappointment, as most of the meat was tough. (We’re spoiled!)


We had agreed on a set price with the owner of Hotel Kette, before we decided to accept the rooms when we came in the previous afternoon. Unfortunately he must have forgotten about that overnight, and would not accept that he had made a deal with us, when we came to pay in the morning. We had to pay the extra, as he was being a bit of a jerk about it. Lou always says, "pay before you stay and get a receipt".

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shirleyg on

Hurrah! After four days, I've finally had my Jenny fix! xo

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