Wine wine wine.
The town of Mendoza is basically wine capital of Argentina.
Whilst here:
We ate the steak of our lives. Fatter than my bicep.
Andy thought he had tonsillitus. It turned out to be a mouth ulcer.
We cycled round some of the most immense bodegas (vineyards) tasting and loving the fruits of Argentina in the sun.
The malbec was so smooth it was like drinking a doormouse (says Andy).
Andy´s handlebars came off.
We swam in some hot springs in the mountains.
And ate one too many empanadas.
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