“Okay, your room is on the third floor, end of the corridor. Here is your key, the remote control and your complementary bottle of wine.” The receptionist handed me a bottle, smiling blandly. Taking my bags, I looked down at the bottle of Malbec, surprised. Only paying 8 pounds for a double room, I was just looking forward to a bed and clean towels. I arrived in Mendoza, heart of wine country, from a spectacular six hour bus journey which crossed the Andes and passed from Chile into the land of tango, beef and the disgraced golden boy, whose five digits have gone down in English football legend. Although I have been enjoying living in Chile, I was looking forward to seeing another South American country, even though I knew that with only five weeks I
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