What´s red, sticky, stains most of your clothes and turns a pleasant pootle on a bicycle into a death defying danger sport? Well, wine of course. More specifically I´m referring to Mendozan Malbecs. We arrived in Mendoza from Bariloche grateful for the vast improvement in climate ("I can feel my fingers! I love you, fingers!"), and ready to take on the best that the region has to offer... Out of a bottle. Mendoza, while not as pretty as Bariloche, is still quite beautiful. It has large, tree lined streets, and is chockful of lovely plazas and parks. It turns out that this is all conscious earthquake proof design. Luckily nature was in one of it´s forgiving and benign moods on our visits. The sun was out, the sky was blue and cloudless, and neither of us
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