from 4 Oct -5 oct 06
San Juan seemed just that little bit rougher than Mendoza. Not in a bad way, but not as many reastaurants and young folk out enjoying themselves. We tried our best by heading out to the local wineries on a public bus. We somehow made it to where we actualy inteded, and walked to a couple. The locals all though we were mad, it seems all other tourists do a loop of the wineries by taxi.
We also lucked onto a very cool find at the local museum. We had gone there with all bad intentions. Our guidebook had mentioned a taxidermy area with a giant stuffed St Bernard which sounded pretty amusing. Instead we got a private tour where a team of archiologists were cleaning dinosaur skeletons recently unearthed in the nearby desert. Pretty cool. They also had a bloody huge live tarantula as a pet. Sara just about hit the roof-despite it being in a jar, and behind a glass window in the next room..
the central tower in town gave a view of... well nothing really.
We did find a huge supermarket, which had some deals in it. They even had Kumura there- and only 30c NZ per kilo!!!!!
My most resounding memory of San Juan will not be the wines or the fossils, but a bloody rediculous jingle being played from a car doing laps around town. All in spanish mind you, but the title boomed in a loud deep voice MUULTIII MUUNDOOOO I just cant get out of my head...
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