El Kiwi en Sudamérica

Mendoza, part 2

*see the previous post for the first part of the Mendoza story*

So, James and myself fancied a night out Argy style, so we wandered around town for a while, but the only thing we could find were pubs (There were a a few English and Irish pubs, believe it or not- I guess it's like us going to a Mexican place in NZ). So, after our fruitless search we asked someone where everything was happening. 'omero is the place' he said/ so we took a taxi out of the town and subsequently arrived at omero and it was completely empty/not even open. But we thought we had hit the jackpot because there was this huge as party or something down the road-but unfourtunatly you had to be 21 to enter... so we just chilled in the central city, to get a feel for the place (from then on the saturday night was the target, so we keep asking people where to go etc.)
The next day we walked all over the town, I bought a big as Argentina flag as a momento and we ate too much good food. Alos we caught the All Blacks game at the Hotel we were staying at (go the AB's).
So, after another steak for the upteenth time, we followed a road on which there was supposed to be some happening places (we were told of one place but it was like 18km out of the city...
So, after a mammoth walk, we encountered a place, and walked in to find hardly any people and dining furniture all over the room. And it was already 12:30 at this stage. So we just chilled and waited for the place to liven up. While we were waiting a live band started playing, and the lead singer was trying to sing some songs in English - he wasn't that bad, but his adaption/interpretation of Bob Sinclar's (no relation, actually it's a stage name of sorts) ''Love Generation" which was hilarious.
Eventually, at around 1:30ish, the staff started to clear up the tables, and then people started pouring in. So in the spirit of the occasion we got dancing.
From what we had heard, girls in Argentina don't act in the same way as those in Chile. In Chile myself and James would be approched by girls, kinda flipping the natural order of things. I guess girls in Argentina have a bit of a sense of decency.
That is what we were supposing but then, out of the blue, we met some girls kinda the chilean way- a pleasant suprise to say the least. So James was with this girl and I was with two (That makes me sound real bad doesn't it, they were friends and it didn't seem to phase them, you could say they had shifts-I can't think of a wholesome sounding desciption for something that was, despite the words "with two" hahaha, why am I putting this in my blog...it was all above board I tell you) and I got to show off some of my salsa moves and some reggaeton as well. But probably the best thing was asking if they wanted to met up the next day for an icecream and have a walk around the city (I was well pleased with myself when I pulled that off)
WE first thought that Argies didn't dance well, because they were rubbish with the first few songs. But then the DJ put on some songs with latin flavour then the place went of- they all were really skillful and that's what they're all about (only a few were practicing the dark arts of 'bailando suico' ) so, yeah I fit (sic) in well.

Sunday morning was a mission and a half! We needed to leave our room at the hotel by 10 in the morning, but we only got back by 6.30, with nothing packed. But we somehow made it on time, had something to eat, walked around town (extremely quite, I guess everyone was asleep) and chilled in the park 'till our rendevous with the girls.

At 4 on the dot they arrived (punctual, I was impressed) and took us to this park up the hill. This park was immense; full of people relaxing, eating, playing futbol etc. And after that we went to an ice-cream joint to chill out (it was yet another hot day). It was real cool being able to understand pretty much all that was being said, and I find that once I get into character (starting to sound like an actor, aren't I- stupid comment) my spanish flows relativley well... so after we said chao to them it was as simple as chill around town, have another fabulous steak, grab our stuff, then get on the bus at 11.

We were extremely tired by this stage, and -excluding the stop at customs- slept all the way home. 'luckly' for us we had work a few hours after we arrived... I was stoked with that, to say the least.

So, here's a few photo's of Menodza:
James, Gimena and Mariena at the park up the hill
Chilling at a streetside restaraunt, in the process of eating a mammoth steak
A cool light which, I suppose, is the shield/logo/thingee of the city
A sampling of the delicious cuisine (it is huge in real life, I wish i had a pic for scale) this was a small one however
MENDOZA!!!!! bring it on!!!!
People walking around the central square
In the Andes (Chile side)
In the Andes (Argentina side)

Look after yourselves,

Nathan

posted by Nathan Sinclair @ 1:10 PM