Steak, Wine and Women

From the smog of Santiago to the merry vines of Mendoza the road has carried me back to Argentina via the base of the highest mountain in the western hemisphere. All splendid and wonderful, although I have to admit I haven't dived into the adventures with an abundance of enthusiasm. I can't say what I'm looking for; Shangri La, El Dorado, the (South) American dream or the fountain of youth...but a search has certainly commenced. That search led me, yesterday, to a wine-tasting day by bike which was going swimingly until a bike tire exploded next to me causing a fairly full glass of wine to find its way into my lap. Clothes weren't made to survive travelling. So, while eating massive steaks, drinking great wine and passing uncountable beautiful women on the street is a passable way to spend the days, Mendoza can't hold me...and thus the road continues.