Traveldiaries: 2013-06-19_Mendoza
2013-06-19_Mendoza
A 6-days long excursion to Mendoza: grumbling, wine, dissatisfaction, dulce de leche and Tupungato. This ain't enough.
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Preparation
The 18th of June, finishing the job at 7:30pm as usual, then from home until 10pm I finish the remaining but urgent and unable to postpone works as well. Writing the diary, thinking, counting the stars until 1am, then I realized, probably I might start to pack the things together.
Going to the airport.
If I had had any sleep, not even the oracles of Delphi could look back in the history of the crystal ball, but around 4:30am got into the taxi and after paying some 52 mangos, arrived to the well-known Jorge Newberry airport.

Clomping to the counter, giving in the backpack in 5 minutes, getting the boarding card with 21D next to the window and that's all.

I walk up to the first floor, where actually the queue was so long, people stand in the whole length of the building, waiting for the security checks. Well. I'm an experienced traveller, so I immediately stepped to the end of the line. Less experienced travellers first, walked to the beginning of the queue expecting some theophany, but alas it didn't reveal itself, so by the time they walked back, they could join into the flexuous, serpentine next episode of the Argentine Waiting Marathon even farther.

Secondly, because waiting in a queue gives a terrific amount of free time for oneself, so I already packed my metallic things - Metallica, Testament, Iron Maiden, machete, meat-chopper, just the usual - from my pocket into the jacket so they won't raise the alarm at the security gate.
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Security gave green lights, only a few passengers wander around the gate and after some sitting I meet with two persons of the later 5+myself group of travellers.
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The meal is the usual on this short distance: two chocolate thingie, orange juice, salt-pizza flavoured crackers. And flying coffee.
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The entertainment wasn't crushing type, but the curing process of the Spanish hams and the steps of manufacturing a Mini spent the time of the travel.
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Arrival to Mendoza.
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Getting into Mendoza.
In time, without problems, with the backpack.

At the information desk, we asked some information about how to get into the city and the Downtown: you can take a bus for 3.5ARS or you pay 60ARS for a transfer by a taxi or remis to fly into the city. Since none of us had coins, we approved the 3x20 peso taxi with a silent mutual nodding.

The reality is always much more esoteric: because asking the taxi drivers, we learned that by their knowledge it's not 60ARS but 85ARS. Okay, we step a bit away to brainstorm the next possibilities., but it didn't take too long because we found an another driver for 55ARS, additionally an another traveller girl to share the ride, so after paying 12 peso per each, we headed toward the downtown.
Searching for accommodation
The cab finally dropped us at the central square, the other girl at some previous location. From the square we had a kind of dilemma, because the other two fellow travellers voted for the bus (after this amount of time, I cannot recall where to), so we bought a SUBE card of Mendoza, loaded for 6 travels.

Then spent some time in the stop, then after my advice there's a hostel only 5 blocks away we started to walk forward. One of its reasons was, I myself as previously prepared, had a nice list: with the hostels close to the downtown and to the park-complex. We needed the latter because we'll pick up the rented car from there.

Five blocks later we had to realize there ain't a hostel, so moved forward to the Hostel Mendoza Inn hostel, what's a bit farther than the humorously repeated only 5 blocks away item, but I was completely sure that a little warm-up won't hurt anyone.

Then a quick check-in, they have available beds and one night costs 65ARS.
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Walking in Mendoza.
After moving into the room and throwing down the backpacks, our three-person party angled the Cerro de la Gloria.

While we were walking, we met such city-design ideas, like an ornamented drain with bine plants. I loved the idea, obviously disqualifies the weak specimen of the evolution: for example if you don't happen to have night-vision, then *whoosss* - you had an ankle, but if you fancy a broken leg, well, you can get that too.
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It could be the castle park of Schönbrunn (click here, if you don't know what's that...and feel very ashamed), should not The Andes with thousands of meters peaks lay on the other side. I'm lovin' this pathway.
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Parque del Aborigen, the Garden of the Aboriginales.
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Cerro de la Gloria
The Cerro de la Gloria (it means: The Hill of Glory) is a memorial located in the western part of Mendoza. It was created by Uruguayan and Argentine sculptors, in 1911, to commemorate the Army of Andes, what was led by General José de San Martín in 1817 to liberate Chile from the Spanish authority.

And then and now, hereby I would like to capture the moment to tap my shoulder, when I started to gear up my camera, I had to realize that the GPS receiver of the Nikon is not in my shoulder bag.

Óléééé-olé-olé-olééé...óólééé-óóólééé!!! Well, it appears that having insufficient sleep still took its toll. Anyway, the time was too late for depression, we will work with those things what we can grab into our palms: I still had the Holux, what - quoting myself: must protect against all storms. And of course, the memory.
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General San Martín: it looks like, rubbing the nose isn't a custom only on the Charles Bridge in Prague, but here as well.
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On the top of the hill with a wide panorama: from the west (the feet of The Andes) right toward the east (Mendoza).

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Walking back.
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The Zoo of Mendoza. Where we didn't go in, but on its other side, while waiting for the bus, sat down next to the kiosco, and had a cheese-mustard pancho (aka: hotdog) and Pepsi. 21ARS.
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The center of Mendoza.
During the bus ride, the laws of physics and biology were stronger than my willpower, so I fell asleep for some seconds - but I was grateful to the bus driver, because he drove in such rollercoaster style in each turns, breaks and acceleration, that I woke up immediately.

Kingo, what's the McDonalds of Mendoza. It's a completely local initiative, because there's a market for hamburgers, that's a fact.
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Cruising on the pedestrian streets of Mendoza.
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The House of Wine.
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Back to the hostel with a very tricky image: the weather definitely wasn't warm.
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The night
I had to lay down for some time. There was about 12 degrees in the room, but with a blanket I still had a three hours cut of the movie - made it obvious that the heater must be turned on during the night.

At 7pm I walked into the common room, where the fellow travellers played ping-pong, we shared some rounds and then agreed to have a dinner a bit later, they just rest a bit, with a en un ratito - just for a while. Okay, I grab my laptop and use the internet a bit in the common room. I return to the room where I perceive the unmistakable signs of the sleep on the girls. Since the tiredness was on a higher level on my Maslow pyramid than the negligible hunger, I went to sleep as well - at least there was warm in the room: in average between 47 and 50 Celsius and the switch doesn't work. As a solution, leaving the window half-opened.
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