070329 - Getting to Valle de la Luna (Moon Valley)
Well, after we came back from our we didn't even go out, even though it was a bloody Saturday. But you know, in the life of a backpacker it seems to be always weekend. And you certainly don't need an excuse to be partying any day in the week.
Sunday evening. I was despertly trying to safe money. Minding my own business, Taylor, a guy I met in Ushuaia shows up asking my if I'd be hungry: "Heck, yes!" Never say no to a free meal! Delicious. Later on Jeff joint us and there we were --- pounding one bottle of wine after another, as it seemed. As one thing let to another it turns out, that it was somebody else's birthday in the hostel. So by around 1am everybody was having a good time --- time to set off to legendary Wilkenny. My memories of coming hime were pretty fainted, but I sure know that all those wine bottles gave me a good headache when I woke up at 3 in the afternoon. Yet one more day of rest...
Next day I set off to Mendoza around 4pm, got there at 9am and jumped on the next bus to San Juan, another 4hour busride. A bit worn out I got there. Similar in style to Mendoza, though it lacks its particular charme. Nothing really to do -- but to leave, next thing in the morning. Heading to San Augustin del Valle Fertil.
Sunday evening. I was despertly trying to safe money. Minding my own business, Taylor, a guy I met in Ushuaia shows up asking my if I'd be hungry: "Heck, yes!" Never say no to a free meal! Delicious. Later on Jeff joint us and there we were --- pounding one bottle of wine after another, as it seemed. As one thing let to another it turns out, that it was somebody else's birthday in the hostel. So by around 1am everybody was having a good time --- time to set off to legendary Wilkenny. My memories of coming hime were pretty fainted, but I sure know that all those wine bottles gave me a good headache when I woke up at 3 in the afternoon. Yet one more day of rest...
Next day I set off to Mendoza around 4pm, got there at 9am and jumped on the next bus to San Juan, another 4hour busride. A bit worn out I got there. Similar in style to Mendoza, though it lacks its particular charme. Nothing really to do -- but to leave, next thing in the morning. Heading to San Augustin del Valle Fertil.
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