Villa Hipódromo

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  • Day43

    San Martín Park in Mendoza City

    December 14, 2019 in Argentina ⋅ ☀️ 25 °C

    Today we just spent a day walking around the parks and getting to know the city a little more, the main park reminded me a little of Central Park in NY, but on a much smaller scale, with dedicated running, walking and cycling paths, and a lake in the middle (which didn't seem to be used for any water sports!) it also had a mini sports centre within it and basketball courts. We had a play on the outdoor exercise equipment, which wasn't a great idea in the desert heat lol 😂Read more

  • Day167


    February 10 in Argentina ⋅ ⛅ 19 °C

    Nous sommes bien arrivés à Mendosa après avoir traversé la Cordières des Andes en bus et c’était vraiment magnifique. Mendoza c’est la capitale argentine du vin, du coup on a fait la tournée des bodegas. On a aussi visité la ville, le quartier historique, les nombreuses places publiques.Read more

  • Day125


    December 19, 2019 in Argentina ⋅ ☀️ 29 °C

    Wein, Wein und nochmal Wein. Hochgelobtes Zielgebiet für jeden der Wein liebt.

    Mendoza ist eigentlich eine Wüste, und eigentlich so trocken das hier ohne Nachhilfe nichts wächst. Ein riesen Staudamm außerhalb der Stadt versorgt die Stadt und ihre gesamte Pflanzenwelt mit Wasser. Jede Straße hat neben den Bürgersteigen kleine Wasserkanäle die es gezielt ermöglichen jeden Baum oder Busch mit Wasser zu versorgen wenn er es braucht.

    Trotz der brütenden Hitze, macht es Spaß die Stadt mit ihrer kolonialen Bauten und Parks zu erkunden und trotzdem stellt mich auch hier der argentinische Lifestyle vor eine harte Zerreißprobe und nicht selten laufe ich mir, mit der deutschen Stempeluhrmentlität, die Hacken ab um "Mittags" was zu Essen zu finden oder wenigstens ein gemütliches Plätzchen um einen Kaffee zu trinken
    Spätestens um 13 Uhr machen 90% ALLER Läden zu und man gönnen sich eine kleine Siesta bis 17-18 Uhr. Da ist gutes Timing gefragt, denn den Tag ohne Mittagessen empfindet mein deutsches ich als Folter...geht ja mal gar nicht! Dann auch noch Abendessen ab 21-22 Uhr ?!. Keine Frage Argentinien ist was den Essrythmus angeht mein bisheriges "down under".

    Zurück zur Wahrheit, also dem Wein. Außerhalb der Stadt gibt es viele tolle Bodegas die alle samt zu Weinverkostungen und Touren rund um die Weinkultur einladen. Sergio, den ich aus Peru kenne, ist auch in der Stadt und wir machen zusammen mit geliehenen Fahrrädern die Bodegas unsicher. Spätestens nach der zweiten Verkostung bin ich mir nicht mehr sicher ob das Fahrrad eiert oder mein Kopf! Hitze, viel Wein und dann noch Fahrradfahren...PUH!
    Der Fahrradverleih hat bis 18 Uhr eine Happyour...Wein so viel der Kopf tragen kann! Wir sitzen also zum Abschluß in einer lustigen Runde von Reisenden und vertragen offensichtlich noch 2-3 Gläser Wahrheit.

    Mut hab ich mir ja offensichtlich genug angetrunken und so beschließe ich am nächsten Tag einen Ausflug oder besser gesagt einen Ausritt zu buchen. Ich bin neugierig wie ich mich auf so einem Gaul anstelle und kann so etwas meine "Angst" vor Pferden ablegen.
    Fernando und ich sind eigentlich ein gutes Team, ich lasse ihn fressen wann immer er will und er trägt mich ohne Murren wohin ich will...oder besser gesagt wohin er will :-).
    Der Abend ist warm, die Grillen zirpen und als wir den Reitstall verlassen fängt die Sonne langsam an unter zu gehen. Wir reiten etwas die Berge hoch und erreichen den ersten Gipfel, perfektes Timing für den Sonnenuntergang....
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  • Day34

    Day 2 - Mendoza

    May 6, 2017 in Argentina ⋅ ⛅ 20 °C

    Waheey I finally get to write on 'our' blog. Today is (was) Blake's birthday. The big ole 31 or trinta y uno as we are now slowly starting to learn our numbers. We had no alarm set which was nice and were in no rush to get up.

    Now before we left we had a lovely dinner round Danny's and Libby gave me a birthday card from them which she asked me to smuggle in my bag until the big day. Luckily I some how managed to do just that. And even better, Libs left it open with no name on the back so if found it would look less suspicious. It also allowed me to scribble my name in nice and fresh whilst Blake had jumped in the shower. I don't think that this was noticed...

    We had bought some food the day before to make a picnic and headed off to the park Portones del Parque General San Martín for lunch. We arrived at the park and headed to the information centre to grab a map, we then chose to head towards the big lake in the middle for the feast. By feast I mean some posher bread than we were used to and some pâté with some cheap and cheerful crisps on the side. I know what you're all thinking, this guy knows how to treat a lady!! After we let the food go down we continued to walk around the park until we got to Eva Perons house. If you remember Eva featured in a previous post and was a pretty big deal in Argentina. We headed back to our Airbnb from the park as that afternoon we had booked to do a sunset horse ride with an Argentinian BBQ and Wine after.

    We were picked up in a mini bus and driven out in to the desert like area before entering a winery where the horses were kept. We scribbled down our details for the 'insurance' and were led outside to meet our new friends. These four legged friends seemed very tame and well behaved but we were told one important rule! Don't let your horse eat!! As soon as you do this he will take advantage of you by stopping when he wants to eat, the frequency of which will increase until your horse just won't move anymore! With this in mind we were helped onto our steed and off we went. Out the winery gate, across the road and onto the path leading up the foothills. I was about third in the line and between Blake and I was the slowest horse ever with a pretty terrified English lad on. He was told to hit his horse with the stick every 30 seconds so he would keep up but I'm pretty sure he was happy with that pace so Blake was about 200m behind most of the way up. As we got higher and the sun got lower the views started to get more and more breath taking. We finally made it to the highest peak of 1100m where we all lined up for a group shot.

    On the way down we were reordered so that the horses wouldn't kick each other on the way down. One horse in particular liked to kick most of the others but apparently mine was safe so we got lumbered behind him. It didn't matter for too long as the English lad from before whose hose was fast asleep before had woken up and decided to run down half the hill over taking most and plonking himself near the front much to the dismay of its rider who I'm sure was almost screaming as he ploughed passed us (another important rule, do not let the horses overtake at all costs as they may start fighting). The way back down was even more beautiful than the way up as we were facing in the direction that the sun was going down. With the cloud there were a lush mixture of reds and purples all over the horizon.

    Now on the way down Blake was behind me and I heard a loud 'oh no' and some laughing. If you remember the number one rule from earlier you can imagine my entertainment when I turned round to see Blakes horse tucking into some yummy grass with her yanking the reigns with one hand and tapping him on the arse with the other. I'm pretty sure he took no notice and only carried on when he wanted to! From then on it was a constant hilarious battle to make it to the end!

    We did finally make it to the end where we were greeted by some wonderful smelling MEAT on the BBQ!! I had been looking forward to this meal ever since we booked it. We had a mixture of sausages and about a quarter of a cow in various cuts and sizes accompanied by some delicious potato things and some salad which I obviously didn't touch. We also had help yourself red wine to wash it all down with :)

    After we finished eating our guide grabbed a guitar and played some songs which we all got involved in. The red wine by this point was helping us all ;) my particular favourite was hit me baby one more time by our Britney! After we had consumed as much as we could and sang all we could we headed home.
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  • Day133

    Mendoza Musings

    December 9, 2017 in Argentina ⋅ ☀️ 25 °C

    To get to Mendoza, we took a 15 hour bus ride from Buenos Aires. The bus was decked out similar to Business class on a plane, with a seat that folded back into a bed. It wasn’t silver service, but it was actually comfortable. Fortunately, we slept most of the way, ignorant of the challenges that were ahead of us. We arrived in Mendoza, a town in the central western part of Argentina, east of the Andes, around 10:45am. We dragged ourselves through the streets of Mendoza, laden like mules with our backpacks, only to discover that our Airbnb apartment did not exist. The address provided to us was nowhere to be seen.

    We asked at a nearby hotel, hoping that it was simply an error and that our temporary abode was still waiting for us. A kind woman in the hotel allowed us in and gave us access to their Wi-Fi , which by the way is pronounced wiffy in Spanish. We quickly jumped online to get the contact details of our Airbnb host and tried to make contact. A desperate message sent in an attempt to secure our lodgings for the next two days. No response. A phone call. No connection. Things now were pointing to the real possibility of sleeping on a park bench under the stars and sharing our food with the stray dogs. In a last-ditch effort, still hoping that we would be able to make contact, we kindly asked the Concierge to phone our host. Contact was made. But we did not like the response. Apparently, the non-existent apartment was no longer being rented and she hung up.

    Take a few deep breathes and don't panic. You can imagine a few expletives were hurled out at this moment. After a few moments of disbelief, and a couple of “we knew this was going to happen, things are going too smoothly”, we got to work on finding alternative accommodation. At this point, we were prepared to take almost anything. Stopping short of knocking on every hotel or inn as if we were Joseph and Mary, we thought that we might have to stay in a manger because almost every room for rent was unavailable. To our surprise, we found out that a big soccer match was on in town. But persistence paid off and we found one of the few remaining rooms. Phew!

    But the drama didn't end there. We had to find the last remaining bed and breakfast in town. We were told to head to Clark street. Upon arrival, we looked at the building and the picture on Airbnb and the two didn't match. Had we been given a bum steer? At this point, we were beyond breaking down in tears. Instead, we stood looking at each other in disbelief. Out of desperation, we rang the buzzer and a voice with a very thick Argentinian accent answered. At first, we had not a clue what he was saying. Then it clicked, he was telling us to enter. We fumbled about trying to communicate that we were looking for a guy called Shane. The doorman mumbled a few things to us and we got the impression that he knew the guy we were looking for. Things started to look promising but we didn't want to get our hopes up. But ten minutes later, an American guy who introduced himself as Shane entered the building. The Bed and Breakfast was actually located a few houses up the street.

    At this point, we weren't fussy about what the accommodation looked like as long as it had a bed and shower. We were pleasantly surprised, and very relieved to say the least. After quickly offloading our backpacks, we set out on a mission to find a place that would print-out our bus tickets to Santiago, or risk being denied onboard. But searching for somewhere to print the tickets was almost more difficult than finding a room. Being a Saturday afternoon, on game day, there were only a few places open for business. After trying all the local places, we stumbled upon a hostel. Gingerly, we approached the woman behind the counter. Jason asked: “¿hablas ingles? When she responded in English, Ricky thought Jason was going to leap over the counter and hug her, especially when she said that she could print-out our tickets. Giuliana came to our rescue! We were so grateful for her generosity, but she wouldn't accept any money.

    With a place over our heads and our bus tickets to Chile printed, we could enjoy the remaining time we had in Mendoza. Near our accommodation was a large park with a lake and mountain scenery. We walked through the park in an effort to walk off all the panchos and milanesas that we had eaten over the past few days. And of course all of the drinks! We were careful enough to avoid the Gringo Catchers, the name given to the gutters in Mendoza by the locals. The gutters are shallow channels between the footpath and the road. Apparently, drunken foreigners fall down them all the time. We eliminated the chance of falling victim to the Gringo Catcher by drinking at the Bed and Breakfast along with our new friends, David and Terrie, from Canada. At least our misfortunes had taken a turn for the better, with new friends and a gift voucher from Airbnb for the inconvenience.

    Next stop: Santiago
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  • Day1

    Settling in

    March 12, 2016 in Argentina ⋅ ⛅ 23 °C

    We had a short flight westwards yesterday from Córdoba towards the Andes and wine country. There was a great biew of Aconcagua as we landed. Our AirBnB is located just off a street of hip and happening bars which we visited last night. People were actually eating and drinking before us. We are also close enough to Independiente Rivadavia's football stadium thst we could hear the roar from our room when they scored from. Games here start at 9.30 PM.

    Today we walked around the city enjoying the wide streets, green plazas and the lovely parque General San Martín. We've decided there is lots to do here so we are going to stay some extra days. We have booked a wineries tour for tomorrow which we are very excited about.
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  • Day5

    Planning day

    March 16, 2016 in Argentina ⋅ ⛅ 25 °C

    The temp has been climbing and strangely peaks about 7 PM. It's in the 30s now. Both went for a nice run around the lake in the big park this morning then did loads of planning and booking. This is the part of the trip where we have four weeks with little planned and lots of choices to make. After some decisions we headed out for a late lunch and toured all five plazas in the city including the tiled Plaza España. Then back for more Internet and messaging remote places in Spanish. We didn't go out for dinner til after 10 PM.

    Here is the plan - 5 day road trip of national parks north of Mendoza. Then head to Salta early by plane, not 20 hour bus.

    Thurs 17 Pick up the car. Drive 450 km to San Agustín de Valle Fertíl.
    Fri 18 Drive to Talampaya NP. Evening meet up with a tour group and stay overnight in tiny place called Jague.
    Sat 19 Up at 5AM for a day trip to Crater del Corona del Inca and Laguna Brava. We will get as high as 5430 metres in a 4x4 convoy. Apparently the highest road you can drive up in the world. They bring oxygen tanks with us and we are suppose to eat in moderation and be very well hydrated the day before. No Malbec for Clare! Back to Villa Union that night.
    Sun 20 Drive to Ischigualasto NP (great name) aka Moon Valley. Evening back to San Agustín de Valle Fertíl.
    Mon 21 Drive 450 km back to Mendoza
    Tues 22 Fly to Salta in the afternoon
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  • Day270


    January 18 in Argentina ⋅ ⛅ 20 °C

    Goodbye Chile, hello Argentinia!
    Eine Nachtfahrt im Bus bringt uns über die Grenze nach Argentinien, genauer gesagt nach Mendoza. Die Grenzüberquerung dauerte sehr lange, da dies geordnet Bus für Bus geht. Dann stehst du erstmal mit dem Bus in der Schlange, dann um deinen Stempel im Reisepass zu bekommen und offiziell eingereist zu sein und ein drittes Mal um das Gepäck kontrollieren zu lassen. Also 3h haben wir bestimmt an der Grenze gebraucht- und das alles mitten in der Nacht!
    Trotz allem verlief die Einreise reibungslos und auch die Busfahrt war nicht besonders spektakulär- schlafen konnte ich zwar nicht so gut im Bus aber nun ja.
    Wir kommen morgens in Mendoza an und stehen vor dem ersten Problem: wie kommen wir an Geld bzw. Was ist der Wechselkurs, wie viel Geld bekomme ich für mein Geld. Da wir absolut keine Ahnung hatten es aber am Busterminal kein öffentliches Wlan gab, in das man sich anmelden konnte, blieb uns nichts anderes übrig als es direkt mal am Bankschalter zu versuchen. Der höchste Betrag wird schon was Vernüftiges sein. Leider war das nicht der Fall, weil es, wie wir später herausfanden, weniger als 50€ waren (50€ ist das Minimum, welches wir abheben müssen).
    Zum Glück gab es einen offenen Subway von dem wir uns Internet schnorren konnten- den Wechselkurs fanden wir so heraus ebenfalls unser Weg zum Hostel.
    Natürlich entscheiden wir uns zu laufen- ist ja nur eine dreiviertel Stunden und da es morgens war, war es noch nicht so heiß und die Stadt recht leergefegt.
    Im Hostel dürfen wir zum Glück schon einchecken- so können wir uns frisch für den Tag machen.
    Heute wollen wir es allerdings etwas ruhig angehen, da wir beide sehr k.o. von der Fahrt sind.
    Wir spazieren durch den Park San Martin, ein wunderschöner, toller und großer Park. In der Mitte gibt es sogar einen Fluss, in dem Ruderer ihre Bahnen ziehen. Ein Freibad direkt daneben für die Schwimmer gibt es auch.
    Da der Park so weitläufig ist, gibt es unglaublich viel zu sehen und zu erkunden. Ein wirklich schönes Fleckchen Natur!
    Nach dem ausgiebigen Spaziergang im Park laufen wir in die Stadt rein um uns den Plaza de Indepencia und den Plaza de Espana anzuschauen. Beide sind wohl historisch sehr wichtig für Mendoza, leider konnte ich nicht genauer herausfinden warum. Auf dem Plaza de Indepencia gibt es einen großen Springbrunnen mit vielen Wasserfontänen in unterschiedlichen Größen. Schönes Schauspiel!
    Der Plaza de Espana ist mit Mosaiksteinen gebaut und auf seine Weise einzigartig.
    Allgemein ist Mendoza ein schönes Städtchen: eher ruhig, viele kleine Gässchen mit Eisdielen und Pizzerien- man kommt sich eher so vor als wäre man gerade in Spanien oder Frankreich. Die Stadt gibt sich wirklich Mühe- Fahrradwege zur Genüge, extra Straßen für Busse, beschilderte Aus- und Einstiege für Menschen mit Behinderung, dann noch dieser tolle Park!
    Es hat uns hier richtig gut gefallen!
    Da Mendoza bzw. die Provinz Mendoza berühmt für Wein und den Weinanbau ist und es fast schon ein Must do ist diese Weinberge mit dem Fahrrad zu erkunden, mieten wir uns ein Rad und fahren los. Was wir aber anders als alle anderen machen ist, dass wir schon in Mendoza losfahren, das Weingebiet beginnt aber erst 6km weiter weg in Maipu. Wir legen diese ebenfalls mit dem Fahrrad zurück. Obwohl es nicht so viele Kilometer sind brauchen wir doch erstaunlich lange- die Strecke ist nicht besonders schwer, es geht auch kaum bergauf. Aber die Straßenbeschaffenheiten und einer nicht vorhandenen Federung im Sattel machen die Tour doch zu einer Qual. Auch die 39°C tragen nicht gerade zum Spaß haben bei.
    Leider werden wir dann in Maipu auch schwer enttäuscht. Alles ist auch hier eben- weinberge gibt es also nicht. Aber selbst Weinreben gibt es von außerhalb kaum zu sehen. Man muss von Weingut zu Weingut fahren und sich dort dann die Weinreben anschauen- nichts mit durch Weinberge fahren...
    Sehr sehr schade.
    Für ein Weintasting haben wir dann leider auch keine Zeit mehr, da unser Bus nach Santiago um 6 schon losfuhr.
    Die Rückfahrt war fast nur noch eine Quälerei: die Sonne, die einen unglaublich schwitzen lässt, die Schlaglöcher, die deinem Arsch wehtun,..
    Irgendwie schaffen wir es zurück- völlig fertig und K.O. und voller Schmerzen! Doch Ausruhen Fehlanzeige: erst geht es mit Sack und Pack wieder zum Busbahnhof und dort wartet dann eine Nachtfahrt auf uns.
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  • Day262


    January 11, 2019 in Argentina ⋅ ☀️ 22 °C

    Two weeks later, and I’m leaving Mendoza! I need to detox I think. Lots of amazing red wine, steak and generally not doing too much...apart from eating, and there was a fair amount of walking too...and some swimming.
    I arrived thinking Mendoza would be a good place to hang out while my debit cards made their way from England. I was kinda right, but it took a lot long than expected!
    In a town famous for its wines, there’s a lot of wine to be drunk, and that’s what it does to you! The amazing thing about wines from northern Argentina is that they don’t have sulphides, so you don’t get any bad red wine hangover, so drink as much as you like and it doesn’t hurt! Well, your wallet and liver maybe.
    Anyway, so in my time here, I did a wine tour on a bike, which could have been more dangerous if we hadn’t found a stray puppy on the road. I did get the info on how to do the poncey tasting things, so now I can act like i know what I’m doing! I also went to a vineyard, small production, and had a banging lunch of fillet minion (yep that yellow cartoon thing) and had a proper tour of a boutique wine makers. Even met the owner and shook his hand!
    After three hostels, I finally found one which was sociable, which was great, but I ended up being a city guide to everyone as o knew the place, not a bad thing ☺️
    I did see the funniest bing of my trip here too. A plaza dog, basically steet dogs, with one eye, scoop up a pigeon and parade around our tour with it in his mouth. So funny. It was still alive until I told him to go away and eat it, which he did! Pest control! There were no pigeons inside the plaza!!
    I finally got my cards buffered off across the boarder to Santiago!
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