Sunday 26 February to Mendoza
Morning dawned just as we ran out of toilet paper. Colin was less than delighted to see me but we buried that hatchet. Sam did not appear for a few hours more. We cruised down to Mendoza at 30km/h. It is a largish city of 1 million with a lot of industrial activity but is mainly known as the centre of a wine producing region. We got to shop at our first Walmart hypermarket – remarkable mostly for the huuuge, slow moving lines at the checkouts.
The boys have been fantasising for 8 weeks about an Aussie girl who finally caught up with us today. Her name is Virginia Dashwood and this resonated with them for some reason. There has been constant speculation and anticipation about Dasher over the weeks and Tim has been the one most enthused about meeting her. She should have been at Santiago but lost her passport in Buenos Aires in one of those scam/robberies like we escaped, with somebody throwing mud on her and then a lovely old lady offering her Wet Ones to clean up with. As soon as she put her bag down . . . Zhuuuuush! Passports, credit cards, the lot gone. I put a “Welcome aboard Virginia (heart sign) Timmie” on the notice board, which caught public imagination and he copped a fair teasing in front of a full truck. Luke is keeping a very low profile with his ear all wrapped up in cotton wool. In fact, here he is in front of me in a pair of jocks, hanging up washing. Sorry . . . you will have to imagine. He is a very pretty and shapely fellow. Ask J for a few photos from her private collection if you didn’t get her email.
Later after dinner. Jenny gave the ear a bit of a clean and the line of “tooth marks” behind his ear washed off. So there goes that theory. Danny and Luke are inducting the new Helen into Ring of Fire, the drinking game that underpinned most of the excesses to date.
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