I'll be honest, we didn't do much in Mendoza apart from drink. But hey this is Mendoza we're talking about, land of good wine and good steaks so of course we had to indulge ourselves. We arrived in Mendoza after a long journey across what could be easily mistaken for Soviet landscape. I couldn't help but expect 007 to appear at any moment in the bleak, snow filled scenery. Not all was bad though and during our journey we met an Australian who we were to spend the next two nights having a lot of fun with.
The three of us decided to seek out the legendary Mr.Hugo bike wine tours so the next day (after spending about an hour trying to find where to get the bus from) we were on our way and excited about the prospect of drinking wine on bikes. Mr.Hugo and what I can only presume to be his wife met us with a warm reception of smiles and our first glass of locally made wine. We were given a map of six local wineries and a chocolate factory, easy we though, should only take a couple of hours max. So off we hopped on our bikes cocky and confident. Ten minutes later we concluded that we perhaps weren't as fit as we thought and were pleased when a police man pointed us in the direction of the closest winery.
Turns out this was not only going to the start of our wine tour but also the end. We never made it any further. This wasn't a bad thing though. The staff were so friendly, the outdoor scenery so enjoyable, the weather good and the wine tasty so we just kind of got stuck there getting slowly drunker. It soon became time to head off back to Mr.Hugo's to return our bikes and after a few glasses of wine it's amazing how much easier riding a bike seems!
Mr.Hugo greeted us back with a big smile and more free wine and there we stayed supping in to the late hours of the evening. I won't go in to too many details about what we all did after Mr.Hugo's, suffice to say we don't remember what time we went to bed and Ryan blocked the hostel sink.
MR.HUGO ROCKS!
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