|this was on the wall of a Christian book shop!|
Upon our arrival, we walked around central Mendoza like two people who had just flown in from a developing country (ahem, Chile?). The streets were clean. The houses beautiful. The teenagers spoilt. There was McDonalds. Subway. Shopping malls, bookshops blablablah... a lot of cafés, and an Irish pub that actually deserved that name. Parks you could relax in without being harassed. This is not what I was picturing at all when I embarked on this South America trip. Chile and Argentina are modern countries (if you have the money - much of the population doesn't, but they don't tend to live in the cities). And like any modern city, Mendoza had its share of (surprisingly pro-gay) street art. Apart from those, I didn't take all that many pictures - just imagine the houses and parks of any South German, Swiss or nice North Italian city.
|bad shadows - 'Le(t)'s play a love game' on a church downtown!|
Anyhow, it turned out that the wine festival is more of a cultural festival, and boo - you had to buy tickets. I've worked in theatre, people, and I'm not buying expensive tickets for just about any show a tipsy gaucho might do on stage. Then we figured we might do some horseriding - but decided that $160 for 2 hours on a horse is not worth it.
Instead, we went to the tremendously boring night parade (wagon after wagon with "wine beauty queens" - beautiful but boring) and decided to cycle around the surrounding vineyards - except, we didn't get to do that either as a club near our hostel decided not to stop playing loud blaring music until 5.30 am. With no sleep at all, cycling in the heat was not an option.
|ye olde lonesome city gaucho|
In the end, I need to thank Deborah for a week or so of the best doing nothing I have done in a long long time!