Mendoza, mmmm yummy wine
24.12.2011 - 25.01.2012
So, it's been a long time since my last blog and I'm very out of date so I may forget the details of the past couple of weeks but hopefully I'll cover the main things.
My last update finished at the estancia. The following day was Christmas eve, bug chris's birthday and a long day driving to Mendoza, where we would celebrate Christmas with the other truck.
Mendoza is famous for it's wine, particularly malbec, which is pretty yummy so we were all prepared for a good one.
The drive was very pretty, Argentina is beautiful so despite the long drive, there was a lot to look at. We arrived at Mendoza early evening and were greeted by a very over excited and very friendly rasta, who owned the hostel where we would be staying for the next 3 nights. The hostel was a tighter fit than we were used to but I manage to blag the extra bed in with our crew, jonny and Claire, so despite staying in what can only be described as a cupboard under the stairs, I didn't have to experience the 6 person multiple sex dorm which contained approx 6 really bad snorers. I would later discover that jonny is also one of them. Very little sleep was had here!
We had been promised a pizza dinner to be put on by the hostel, but the rasta had obviously been smoking something when he agreed that (and the Christmas day BBQ) so he let us down and we ordered the worst pizza I have ever eaten. One of them came with 8 eggs, one for each slice. One of them came with a surface layer of ham. One with glacé cherries. All kinds of wrongness. We Ate what we could in our little vine covered courtyard before deciding to go to the other hostel and check out what the other truck were doing.
As we were only popping out for an hour or so, I went in my truck trousers and t-shirt, which for all intents and purposes are pyjamas. Quite inappropriate when we walked in on the others having a three course dinner which then turned into a full on party. On the way to meet the others, ryan managed to fall in a two feet deep drain at the side of the road. A very funny moment, made funnier by the fact that he doesn't always have the best sense of humour, he came out with rubbish stuck to his wet bum, but did manage to keep his bottle of wine in tact. At the time when randoms were throwing themselves on the bar having tequila drunk from their belly buttons, I decided this really wasn't for me and headed home.
The next day was Christmas day - yay!! We arranged to make a nice big cooked breakfast with champagne which was pretty yummy. We sat around drinking that all morning while people tried to make calls back home to family. Noriko gave me a lesson in origami and then we went off to meet the other truck in the park for general Christmas drinking and eating and games. We had a lot of fun, a few mild injuries, a couple of minor fall outs and a lot of wine. We played cricket, northern versus southern hemisphere, to which we won and managed to annoy the aussies amongst us. We stayed there all day, before heading for a macdonalds (without the BBQ we had little choice) and then heading to bed to listen to jonny snoring for another night!
Boxing day was a bit slow starting, but nice and chilled. I went off on the hunt for a pair of the local trousers that the gauchos wear, dragging little Sarah with me. We had a ginormous ice cream (they do great ice cream), walked around the city looking to replace my camera, failed, got hot and sleepy and then headed back to the hostel to chill out. Quick argument with capital one so that I could get myself some money and then the BBQ finally happened. The rasta put on a great spread and with another tour company and or other truck there, it was a lot of fun eating and drinking.
Probably not the most conventional Christmas but whilst everyone was missing people back home, we had a great time. Definitely one to remember.