Patios De Cafayate Hotel & Winespa

... to catch the same bus which we had been on the day before only to be dropped 50km from town in the middle of nowhere. <br><br>The bus droped us off and we started to peddle and peddle and peddle. It was so funny up hill and down hill making plenty of water stops. Half way Monty and I changed bikes as mine was not that good then we swapped sunhats as mine ...

... even with a head of wine).  It was home to a community of the indigenous Quilmes between the 11th and 17th Century.  Some 5,000 people lived within this walled city at its peak.  They were a strong fighting group and kept the Spanish at bay for many years before the Spanish strangled their water supply and forced them out.  <br><br>Back home for that much wanted sleep.<br><br><br> 

... because he was stubborn fella not taking any rubbish from an Irish lass who knew nothing about horses!! or b) it would take off in the total opposite direction from where I wanted it to go and Phil and Jo's horse would randomly follow us into the bushes. I cant tell you how many times Jo and I nearly wet our pants laughing!! (There's even proof on the video below) They really should put portable loos on top of mountains!!<br><br>So after a good few ...

... and supposedly learnt how to taste the wine properly. <br><br> <br><br>The last `bodega` we went to was an organic winery and was about the best. Luke and I never drink red wine really (unless its free at xmas party, that kind of thing) but I had been trying to broaden our horizons whilst in Argentina, and so we bought a bottle of the organic red wine Malbec, as rather strangely we both quite liked it! It was a steal and it went down nicely with dinner a couple of ...

... parilla. Again.. like pigs. We went out for the first time in ages with a few local guys from the hostel and drank more beers, attempted to tango, and chomped coca leaves. I still freakin love it here... and it doesn´t bother me that we slept in until noon today. My knee still hurts but I´m climbing to some waterfalls today regardless.. Smart Woman. D.

... ed it was four in the aft**noon and we'd slept the majority of the day away. I'm sure that howev** long I spend h**e I will nev** get used to the long hours they like to party, and yet the only way to get used to something is to do it regularly and so it seems I am left with no choice in the matt**. Th**e had been a provisional plan to spend Saturday at our house having a traditional English tea party with scones, and in my foolishness I assumed ev**yone would be feeling like me ...

Aprés l'animation d'une grosse ville comme Cordoba, me voilà à Cafayate, petite bourgade tranquille dans le Nord-Ouest argentin. Cette ville est surtout connue pour son vin blanc, du Torrontes, qui est en effet excellent, après dégustation dans un vignoble local. La ville est très tranquille et typique d'un climat très chaud (et dans ce cas-ci, sec): en début d'après-midi, de 1H à 4H, toute la ville est endormie ...

... Well, i bought a bottle of Malbec that we really good, but was disappointed with the bodega part of the trip, anyway. But the scereny was top-notch. reminded me a little of the south west of The States, but with bigger mountains and more spectacular scenery overall. I had such a great time with the all-Argentine group we went with, and feel that this was the perfect place to say goodbye to Argentina. Bolivia, here we come!

... English guys, so I made sure that she was within earshot as the tour progressed! <br><br>She explained to us that the temperature variations in the Cafayate area are very wide, so most of the bodegas need to have an area for making fires near the storage vats, so that the red wines can be kept at the right temperature when it gets cold. Interesting... <br><br><br><br ...

... in the opposite direction and they were full. <br><br>By this time we were getting a bit snappy with each other (those packs really get heavy when you've been walking in the sun for half an hour or so), so rather than waste time looking through the book again I headed off to check out a place advertised in one of the leaflets we'd been given at the bus station.<br><br>The third place was fine, with a better ...