Over the Andes and into Chile

Ok, pack our stuff, chill out and  have an early night, then we will awake fresh and ready to enjoy the bus from the front windows from Mendoza to Santiago. But, as with all great laid plans something got in the way, in this case....wine. So waking up at 6:30, we grunted at each other, grabbed our bags and slowly put them on our red lobster shoulders, cursing the fact we have pasty British skin that cant accept temperatures over 26 degrees! Trudging to the bus station yawning was not the start I had envisaged. But, as we left Mendoza, my tiredness quickly disappeared and I stayed wide awake for the whole magical journey to Chile (I say I, Fran was too excited from the whole experience once we crossed the border she quickly found herself in her usual bus state....asleep)

Thanks to the DJ set from the suggestion of Boom (thanks mate), I had the perfect soundtrack to take in the amazing snow capped mountains and winding roads. To be honest we were spoilt for views from the first minute til last. I don't think I need to describe the journey in any more detail as the pictures themselves do perfect justice!

Views from the bus journey:

We arrived in Santiago early afternoon and, after our excesses in the Argentinean wine region of Mendoza, we used it as a chance to stop and chill for a few days. The movie channels and takeaway pizza made this quite an easy task! It was a cool place. When we weren't walking up the mountains and gazing back down across the city we spent much of our time wandering the streets. While exploring, we found ourselves buying cheap vintage clothing from the eclectic range in Providencia (and even managed a quick stop off at Topshop to make us feel at home).

Santiago:

Mendoza - wine, wine and more wine

After leaving Cordoba we were really excited to visit Mendoza, vineyard central, to get our wine on! We met up with our aussie friend from BA and made a plan to have a chilled evening ready to go wine tasting the next day at the vineyards. This plan went awry, however, as there was a free wine tasting in our hostel that night (and our hostel gave us free wine every night anyway) - so after learning a little bit about wine they gave us the bottles we were tasting and the early night gave way to us all having a mammoth hangover the next day. So, after a lazy day in Mendoza, we decided the following day to finally head off to the vineyards.The wine tasting here consists of a tipsy bike tour where you rent a bicycle, ride the 10km stretch to the end and then ride back visiting the various vineyards along the way - so much easier to ride when you've had a few wines in you! Throughout the day we managed to fit in three vineyards and an olive oil plantation. The views were incredible, particularly at one vineyard called Mevi where they had panoramic views of the the plantation with the Andes in the background. We returned to the bike rental place at the end of the day (Mr. Hugos) and Mr.Hugo himself gave us glasses of juice and much needed sustinence in the form of crisps. He also walked us on to the bus home giving us a huge hug!

Maipu vineyards: 

We returned to the hostel that night to a huge asado (BBQ) - we ate so much meat with unlimited wine and we could have ended up in a meat coma but we decided to check out the bars in Mendoza with our newly found friends at the hostel. 

The BBQ:

The next day, a little groggy, we went to check out the hot springs up in the mountains. We travelled through winding roads to get there and when we arrived we were not let down by the views. There were various pools ranging from steaming hot to freezing cold (very reviving after a night on the tiles), most of which had imposing views of the mountains behind. 

The hot springs:

We spent a lovely day chilling here before heading back to our last night with an empanada making class - we finally know how to make them ourselves - guess what we'll be cooking for everyone when we get home! 

Empanada making:

Next stop, over the Andes to Chile.

Cordoba

So, with both sadness to leave and excitement to see what lay ahead, we finally decided to pack up and head out of Buenos Aires. We were to go North-West to Cordoba first for a couple of days and then South on to Mendoza. To get to both places though we had the daunting task of catching 10 hour night buses to each one. Usually this kind of bus travel would fill me with dread - particularly after some of the buses I travelled on through China - but bus travel in Argentina is a whole different affair. On both buses we were greeted with giant leather seats and on the bus to Mendoza we travelled in suite class so our seats reclined all the way to a bed where we were served dinner with wine and we got private TVs to watch a movie with two of my faves - Jen Aniston and Adam Sandler - could this get much better! In fact, when they chucked us off the bus at 7.30am I could have done with a few more hours kip.

Bus fun:

We arrived in Cordoba early doors and went to check in to our hostel - unfortunately on this occasion we picked a rotter - our room was more like a prison cell than the lovely private room it described and the hostel was a bit of a shambles. Joel and I had a nap though and went off to explore as the sun was shining but as we walked around, although the place was pretty, it appeared that everything was closed - we put this down to being a Sunday but we woke up the next day to the same fate. Turns out we came to Cordoba on a bank holiday weekend which means nothing open - oops! Cordoba is the second biggest city in Argentina and it's a university town with countless universities and a studenty feel - I can definitely see why people live here it's got a really nice atmosphere. 

Empty Cordoba:

On our second day we took a local bus to a little place called Alta Gracia - this is where Che Guevara used to live when he was a young boy and his house has been turned in to something of a museum. It was very interesting to see some of his personal letters and things he had and they even had a replica of the bike he used as a child in motorcycle diaries.

Che:

On our last day in Cordoba we got to meet up with my friend Bernardo who I met in Asia two years ago. He's from Cordoba so it was a great opportunity to see where the locals go and what they do. He picked us up in his car (a luxury for us travellers) and took us to a lovely place called Carlos Paz which is where all the Cordobans go in the summer for weekends and rent houses for holidays and partying. It was a lot quieter at this time of year but we got to go up the hill on a cable car and see the local cuckoo clock. We also tried some of the Argentinians special cakes called alfajores - yum! We headed back to Cordoba for a little drive around the city and to get a lomito sandwich (basically a giant steak sandwich) before we were to head off on our next bus to Mendoza!

Carlos Paz:

Boca Locura!

So my first foray into the world of Blogging! Boca vs Independiente,  the Sunday i had been waiting for (and somehow managed to get Fran on board!). The day couldn't have started any better.... On our walk to catch the bus to the big game a rather large tree fell inadvertently onto my wonderful girlfriends head, she was fine, so i was allowed to feel the comic glow as we walked in the sunshine. Due to  changes at Boca Juniors, only members can get tickets to home games, meaning the only way we could go was to join a guide and go with them. It was expensive, but in the end money well spent. After chatting to the other members of our group, assembled from all corners of the world, our guide Artur  finally arrived and we hopped onto our bus and headed towards the Bombanera. On the way Artur gave use some background to Argentina and Boca juniors, asking questions about the football club, annoying I expect for the rest of the group, I answered the majority! 

With an hour or so to go before the game started, all the tourist were herded into what i can only describe as a small stable in the rather colourful barrio of Boca about 200metres away from the stadium. Here we were given a tasty Choripan and given beer to help get us in the mood for the main event! We were also unsurprisingly  given the opportunity to buy a plethora of knock-off memorabilia, which most took advantage of. In fact after Fran purchased a shirt and scarf, i had to put my foot down, if I hadn't I think she would have entered the stadium in the full replica kit, including shin pads and boots!

Us in the waiting stable:

Our walk to the stadium itself was only short, however security was high, three police searches before we even used our loaned 'members cards' to get through the gates ( I think i was called Frederico Finocchetti and Fran was Jonathan Carlos Lopez, a rather large individual!) 

Jonathan Carlos Lopez:

Walking up to the terraced stand behind the goal at La Bombonera (the 'candy box') our excitement grew with every step. As we got up to the top, we pushed our way down into the terrace and, remembering the advice of Artur, made sure we were not below the away fans in the stand above us. Apparently they liked to throw an array of "liquids" down during the match and as we later found out programmes set on fire!

La Bombonera:

Now it may sound like i have clubbed together a group of football clichés which of course comes pretty easy for me, but I don't know how else to describe it. The sound really was deafening, we were really greeted by a sea of blue and yellow and there was great excitement in the air! Opposite us was the section where the famous 12th man sat - La 12 (the name of the Boca hardcore fans). With five minutes to go before the kick-off a gang of blue and yellow clad flag wavers rush out and at this point the drummers and the fans hanging from the side of the stands start orchestrating the stadium and cajoling the rest of the crowd to jump up and down and join the chants. The hand flicking started, the confetti started flying around the stadium and from that moment on, the noise didn't stop, it just got louder and more passionate. 

La 12 arriving:

The game itself, while exciting, was not a great standard. It could have been 10-10 by the end mainly due to defensive mistakes, but to be honest, i spent most of the match watching the fans and trying to work out the Spanish chants that got me jumping up and down. After the ref gave a Boca player his first yellow - i think i learnt at least 3 or 4 rather extreme Spanish profanities which should keep me in good stead for watching future games in south america!  The game finished 2-1 to Boca, and as the final whistle went the chanting and bouncing got to its crescendo!  The home fans attention turned to the away support as they rather impolitely wished them as cheerio. The experience was amazing, the colour, the noise and the passion I've never seen anything like it - not even at Carrow road! 

Oh and I forgot to mention the half time entertainment:

A hop to Uruguay - Colonia & Montevideo

We decided to take a little mini break over to Uruguay as it is only about an hour away from Argentina by boat. We ended up getting the ridiculously early 7.30am fast boat to make the most of our time there as we were only going to spend one night. At 8.30am we arrived at a little place called Colonia del Sacramento. We walked up the hill and into the quaint little village - it was beautiful - made even better by the fact that there were only about 2 other people walking about. The village itself is on the sea and really small with a beautiful lighthouse to the left of it. We found out about it from our Spanish teacher Pau who said it's great but after 20 times he's a bit fed up of it! After checking out the sights, gawping at all the 'vintage' cars about and grabbing a beer in the sun, the tourists started to really arrive for lunch and we decided it was time to get out of there. We grabbed some empanadas and ate them on what was truely the wrong side of the tracks (an abandoned railway line with just a doggy for company) and then headed off to catch a four hour bus to Montevideo, the capital of Uruguay and where we were staying for the night. 

We're here!

I want this car!

The beautiful lighthouse:

We arrived at Montevideo and checked in to our hostel - not bad but not great! After chilling out for a bit we were ready for dinner but turns out 7.30pm is way to early and the restaurant we chose wasn't open yet (just chefs having a chat) so we headed to a little place next door for a litre of pilsen. An hour later the restaurant was open and we were glad we waited. We had an asado - a traditional dish of Uruguay (which also means bbq in Argentina) and a pizza but I think we'd ordered enough food for four people - oops! The food was excellent and we went home with full bellies. The next day we ventured out to explore Montevideo - turns out there isn't really much to do. Sorry to anyone who is Uruguayan or a fan of Montevideo but we really found it a poor man's buenos aires. The best thing we did, however, was find an amazing little lunch place called Estrecho. It was basically a long bar that you sit along to eat right in front of all the chefs cooking for you - amazing to see! We shared a caesar salad and the special of the day which was this chicken and mushroom roulade wrapped in parma ham with pimento - mmmmmm! 

Estrecho:

Montevideo:

Later that day we got the bus back to Colonia and we had first class tickets on the fast boat home which meant a couple of glasses of champagne - travelling in style. When we got back to our apartment in BA we were so happy - we were home! 

Exciting news - the next blog post is by Joel...