A slightly torrid first night arriving after dark and a struggle to get to grips with setting up the sleeping bag in the Vadar-mobile, but it's a bright Argentine morning and we're just about sorted!
We're nearly forced to leave the camp without paying when the owner doesn't turn up - we do a turn around a nearby site (white domed pre-Columbian smelting huts, do you believe?)
and then another nip about the campsite, looking for her, to no avail; we're just pulling out, feeling the bad karma of non-payment, when she appears... All's well that ends well.
And we're off towards Mendoza (a big town with a fiendish one-way system, so we're not venturing too far into the centre), home of prime Malbec and olive groves, concentrated in an area called Maipu, south of the city.
to tour (ye olde discs for cold-plate pressing
of extra virgin 'olive mash' - these days of course, it's all done in a centrifugal
whizzer)
and taste (super-dooper platter) with their excellent balsamic.
Purchases made, onward for some red...
After
meeting French owners, Philippe and Brigette (who named wines after
themselves), we choose a bottle of Philippe and a top-rated Malbec.
Quite enough for one day. Some glorious countryside and a campsite to sample our purchases.
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