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mendoza, argentina

Wandering around Mendoza, it seemed like we could have been in a suburb in Melbourne (but for the fact all the graffiti was in Spanish).

 

 

We spent our time cycling round, lazing on the grass, eating delicious food and drinking Argentinian wine.

 

 

Travelling to Mendoza from Santiago, we went back and forth on a bus through the Andes. The queue at the border was long, with many trucks. But there are worse places to sit at a border crossing than the Andes, so we had snow fights and snow races, and wished we had our skis with us.

 

 

On the way home, once we crossed the border we had to descend from the pass into Chile via an interesting set of switchbacks – by the time this photo was taken we’d already descended a few turns down them (and passed the queue of trucks waiting to get into Argentina).

 

 

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