Alright, the town we were staying in was called Barreal not Barfreal, but that is always how I am going to remember it. It seems that I am making it a habit of telling stories about getting sick on the…
Roadtripping through Northern Argentina Part V: Purmamarca to Salta
Our final day of the road trip started off with a bit of relief as left the odd town of Purmamarca, heading for the hills and beyond to Salinas Grandes. We were soon climbing sharply up the twisty mountain roads,…
Roadtripping through Northern Argentina Part IV: Cochi to Purmamarca
We awoke unsure if Eddie would be alive, but luckily he was, and even luckier, willing to drive us again today, this time to Purmamarca. The promise of a sealed, paved road (for the most part) awaited. That and stunning…
Roadtripping through Northern Argentina Part III: Cafayate to Cochi
With a long day ahead of us, we managed to get an early start and on the road by 8:30am. Half an hour later however, we had to stop to take photos and enjoy the blissful morning just outside of…
Road-tripping through Northern Argentina Part II: Salta to Cafayate
We woke up a bit tired (as usual), after our relatively late night hanging out with my friend Karina, but managed to be on the road by 9:30am. Getting out of Salta tested Eddie’s driving skills and patience, as he…
Road-tripping through Northern Argentina Part I: Getting to Salta
Following our morning of bicycle wine touring in San Rafael, we jumped on a three hour bus to Mendoza, to connect with a 19 hour one to get us to Salta. We had plans to meet up with Rita (who…
San Rafael – Visiting a Newfoundlander’s Winery in Argentina
Following our comically devastating day of trying to get from Mendoza to San Rafael we needed our luck to turn around. Fortunately I had been in contact with a wine representative from St. John’s who carried Chayee Bourass, a winery…
Bus Bingo in Mendoza Wine Region
Leaving a relaxing four days of camping in Bariloche, we boarded our 19 hour bus to Mendoza. A couple of hours past stunning scenery of endless lakes, the servicio man (buses over a certain length tend to be “con servicio”…
Hitching a ride in Bariloche
If someone asks me what comes to mind when someone brings up Bariloche, it is probably dirt. Dirt on my shoes, dirt on my legs, dirt in crevices of my neck I’ve only started to notice since turning thirty, dirt…