We woke to the rising sun and broke down camp. The sand proved for a nice bed through the night.
We were the first ones at the gate of the park and would have curb side service from a sad looking friend. Our guide was good, he would show us the ins and outs of this ancient city once used by the native Quilmes people. We hiked up the small hill to a overview of the town.
Our guide asked us if we appreciated the silence of nature, and while we were listening a bunch of birds and animals made some sounds and I almost couldn´t contain myself.
We would enjoy the view for a while and then we headed north to the town of Cafayate, a small town in the vineyard region of the Salta province.
Although we didn´t cover much distance we decided to stay. We saw people riding bicycles to and from the vineyards. We decided to give it a go because we where unable to rent bikes while in Mendoza a few months ago (seriously three months ago, I am trying to not rant about me being down here for over three months now). We found a hostel, dropped some laundry off and rented some bikes. I would like to preface this story by saying it has been a long time since I have last ridden a bicycle, add wine and who knows what could happen. We weren´t bright enough to bring a pack to carry any wine we purchased so I would have to ride while holding wine bottles.
Nothing tragic happened, other then my bike sliding in some sand, I put my foot out to catch myself, when the tire regained traction and the seat slammed into my groin. Luckily this was our third winery so I was superman (although it would prove to be painful the following day!) We toured throughout the rest of the day and enjoyed the city. They have three wines here that I had never before had prior to my trip. The first I wrote about in my Mendoza blog, Malbec.
They also have a white wine local to Argentina called Torrientes. It is a light and refreshing taste without being to sweet and fruity like some other whites. The other is a Uruguayan grape but they have found it grows well in Argentina, it is called Tannat, and is a very dry and very strong red, they say most people either love it, or hate it. I love it, Laura didn´t. I tried to catch up on interneting, but the wine proved triumphant.
We woke to the rising sun and broke down camp. The sand proved for a nice bed through the night. 
We were the first ones at the gate of the park and would have curb side service from a sad looking friend. Our guide was good, he would show us the ins and outs of this ancient city once used by the native Quilmes people. We hiked up the small hill to a overview of the town. 
Our guide asked us if we appreciated the silence of nature, and while we were listening a bunch of birds and animals made some sounds and I almost couldn´t contain myself.
We would enjoy the view for a while and then we headed north to the town of Cafayate, a small town in the vineyard region of the Salta province.
Although we didn´t cover much distance we decided to stay. We saw people riding bicycles to and from the vineyards. We decided to give it a go because we where unable to rent bikes while in Mendoza a few months ago (seriously three months ago, I am trying to not rant about me being down here for over three months now). We found a hostel, dropped some laundry off and rented some bikes. I would like to preface this story by saying it has been a long time since I have last ridden a bicycle, add wine and who knows what could happen. We weren´t bright enough to bring a pack to carry any wine we purchased so I would have to ride while holding wine bottles.
Nothing tragic happened, other then my bike sliding in some sand, I put my foot out to catch myself, when the tire regained traction and the seat slammed into my groin. Luckily this was our third winery so I was superman (although it would prove to be painful the following day!) We toured throughout the rest of the day and enjoyed the city. They have three wines here that I had never before had prior to my trip. The first I wrote about in my Mendoza blog, Malbec.
They also have a white wine local to Argentina called Torrientes. It is a light and refreshing taste without being to sweet and fruity like some other whites. The other is a Uruguayan grape but they have found it grows well in Argentina, it is called Tannat, and is a very dry and very strong red, they say most people either love it, or hate it. I love it, Laura didn´t. I tried to catch up on interneting, but the wine proved triumphant.
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