Despite the feeling we may have sampled one too many Mendoza reds, up early and raring to jump out of a plane. Weather very cloudy and windy, and on our way to the airstrip the instructor reckoned it was 50:50 as to whether we would be able to jump. After hanging about for a bit the clouds began to part and the sky turned blue. We went up one by one in the tiny plane, the Spanish tourist 'diving' first, then Amy, then Rob. For Rob the doing was less scary than th...

Trip to the bus station to book our ticket to the Lake District, then local bus to Maipu. Didn't have any coins or the swipe card to pay, but fortunately a brazilian traveler was at hand to help out. Took him under our wing to go see Mr Hugo to rent bikes. After plying us with a beaker of wine, Hugo and his wife kitted us out with a map and off we cycled, accompanied by the Brazilian and an American lass. Somehow tasted wine without paying for a tour at the first...

Morning run then walked the streets, parks and plazas of Mendoza. Long and boozy red wine fuelled lunch of meat followed by meat, and slightly more meat in the market. spent much of the day trying to work out our plans for the rest of our stay in Argentina and Chile, mainly how far south and hence how cold we were prepared to get (and whether we could afford the astronomically priced hiking clothing). Mate in a streetwise cafe before heading back to hostel to coo...