As usual waking up on a bus is a slightly discomfiting
experience. It was definitely so this
morning as the driver turned the lights on to wake us up at 06:30, mostly so
that we could get our breakfast served before we got to Mendoza at 07:30. Of course the breakfast was the same load of
dulche de leche cookies, with extra dulche de leche on the side, that we got
for tea the night before.
The rain that we had had the night before (actually it was a very heavy thunderstorm that lasted for hours and some of the lightning strikes were quite close) had disappeared, so we were able to walk from the massive Mendoza bus station to our hostel. As we arrive in time for breakfast, even though we weren’t booked in for that night, we got a real breakfast there as well. The hostel is actually very nice, with a garden for sitting out in, and a washing machine which is free for guests. So we spend a lot of the time doing our laundry, a large pile of which has built up over the last week and a half.
Between that, blogging, photos, and all the other chores
that have to be done (such as my watching Manchester United beating Arsenal
2-1) it isn’t until about 17:00 before we embark to explore the city. This is actually the only city we will be in
that either of us (Gavin in this case) has been in before (and in fact the last
time I was here Manchester United beat Arsenal 2-1 as well) so I show Dorota
around. Although all there is to see are
the large tree lined avenues and the beautiful plazas throughout the city. This is because everything is closed, it
being a Sunday, so our staying in and doing chores didn’t seem like such a
waste of time after all.
At about 19:00 we start looking for a place to eat dinner. This is not as easy as it sounds. Everything is closed still, even a nice tapas place I wanted to go back to. It takes walking around until 20:00 before we see places starting to open. The locals here eat so late that even by 21:30 when we finish dinner most of them are only starting to arrive to restaurants to begin eating. It’s a different way of life here.
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