America. The town itself has only 10'000 people and things go slow. During afternoon lives shuts itself down and even the dogs go to sleep. After getting the taste for "vino de la casa" we went to sleep only to wake up at 2 o'clock to go out. Because people to the siesta thing they have a lot of energy in the evening and party til 5 o'clock or later. It was nice to hang out with the Argentinians we met right away. The next day me and Matthew (Utah) walked twoards the closest mountain in sight (San Isidro) and hiked the 1000 m higher rock. To get there, up and back took us 8 hours. We ran out of water on the way back and were completely fucked when we got back - wine infusion.
The next day we went with Manuela (48 years old, NZ) to the wineyards around town. Two streetdogs followed us all the way. Shortly before we got to the last winery, one dog got hit b
y a pickup. It made a strange sound and the dog got spit out the back of the truck. He was lightly insured and was barking at the truck and in general about being so unlucky. In the "bodega" we were greeted by a indigenous wine conneceuse and were shown around and ended up at the basement where we could drink the fabulous merlot and so on and we thaught the woman some English since she suddenly came up with a book - afterwards siesta.
y a pickup. It made a strange sound and the dog got spit out the back of the truck. He was lightly insured and was barking at the truck and in general about being so unlucky. In the "bodega" we were greeted by a indigenous wine conneceuse and were shown around and ended up at the basement where we could drink the fabulous merlot and so on and we thaught the woman some English since she suddenly came up with a book - afterwards siesta.The third day I decided to check out the "Quebrada de Cafayate" by bycicle. The colors, the river and the rockformations make it a unique place to visit. Silence accompanied me on the first 50 km up to the "Garganta del Diabolo" because not many cars pass and I was not yet cursing even t
ough I felt it to be very challenging. After 20 km on the way back I decided to make a lunch break at the river. Thats when some shitty spike took all the air out of my front tyre. Now I was cursing, especially because there was no repair kit on the bike. Since I'm a good person I decided not to ride it anyway, because otherwise it would wreck the weel. So I walked with may thumb up each time a car past. But they were not eager to stop. After 10 km I ran out of water so I asked some guy who I met on the steet, which pointed out his house on the horizon. Is wife gave me water afterwards. Then I was back on the road - walking. After another 5 km finally somebody had the decency to help the stupid gringo on the side of the road. But only after it was getting dark.
ough I felt it to be very challenging. After 20 km on the way back I decided to make a lunch break at the river. Thats when some shitty spike took all the air out of my front tyre. Now I was cursing, especially because there was no repair kit on the bike. Since I'm a good person I decided not to ride it anyway, because otherwise it would wreck the weel. So I walked with may thumb up each time a car past. But they were not eager to stop. After 10 km I ran out of water so I asked some guy who I met on the steet, which pointed out his house on the horizon. Is wife gave me water afterwards. Then I was back on the road - walking. After another 5 km finally somebody had the decency to help the stupid gringo on the side of the road. But only after it was getting dark.
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