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... well well well; intended as a 3 day sojourn into the delights of Argentine wine in the heart of Argentine wine producing country; this turned into a very very steep learning curve about how the argentine healthcare system operates. The lurg that I referred to previously that GB was suffering with deteriorated significantly shortly after arrival …
... struck by it's proximity to the centre of town after walking only 10 minutes or so. Although upon talking to someone there who gave me a tour she said that this winery was in fact the start of the town. Before, there was nothing. A french immigrant came over as he'd heard it was a good place to grow wine and begun setting it all up.
The main building is the first bit of bricks & mortar that would later become San Rafael. He needed to a train station to transport the ...
... ust find a nice hostel ;)
After browsing the web, I had a shower and relaxed a bit. I had a chat with a French guy who was living half the year in Brazil and after a while around 23:00 I went to bed. Tomorrow checking out Mendoza the city of wine.
ARS$ 3.99 = 1 USD$
Bus ticket Mendoza to Santiago @ Ars$ 110.00
Twin room per night @ Ars$ 130.00
Huge hamburger @ Ars$ 26.00
Can of coke @ Ars$ 6.50
... What followed was delay after delay as we checked our baggage in and out twice at the same airport before we were finally on our way.
It was late on day three when we arrived in Mendoza and the Andes which dominate the city’s landscape were barely visible under the cover of darkness. We soon learnt that we were fortunate to have collected our backpacks in the arrival lounge that evening because both Raed Zeidan and Zed AI ...
... their young Sheraz/Syrah.
The samples lubricate our long ride back to Mr. Hugo´s and the proprietor is on hand to offer another plastic cup or two of plonk which brings our taste buds back to earth. A herd of semi-drunk backpackers waits at the bus stop. H. disappears to a Kiosco in search of a snack and re-apaears with a plastic bag full of the biggest and best-tasting crisps we´ve ever seen. They look hand-made and were ...