I got ill! somewhere between a pisco sour and a salad in Santiago.I spent the last night there on the porceline telephone (chris' words) Morning, time to carry my blasted bag through town on the metro and still ill. We had a 8hr bus ride to do.The road over the Andes was mad,like a monster helterskelter with lorries coming the other way. I tried to appriceate the scenery.

It took 2 hrs through the border with bus the driver speaking only in spanish to us but waving his arms around alot? Queing,waiting and scanning of bags!We finally reach Mendoza and get a cab to the Hostel as I am feeling greener and hotter! Sosa Haus I cant wait to get to bed! The guy on the desk speaks little English but tries very hard, we get the room cheaper than expected.

I puke again.... There also seems to be a disco in the garden!

I sleepandsleepandsleep.....

Feeling almost ok now 3 days later. Have started eating again except all they eat here seems to be steak,pizza, steak and chips or pitta with cheese and steak.The steaks here are the biggest I have ever seen. Today we had the most "tropical" of pizzas cheese,ham,pineapple and a sugar dressing!!

Mendoza is ( I always say this) lovely! wide tree lined roads, crumbly old buildings and pretty plazza squares. We havent done alot here but enjoed just mosying about in the park and street cafes. Still we are off to do a little vino sampling and andes cruising before we leave...