Not cycling the vineyards of Maipu – Day 9


The bike shop with no bikes for us
We were a bit slow starting this morning.  The plan was to go down and catch the tram to Maipu and pick up bikes at the local store there.  It was a bit of a walk to the railway and then we had to find a stop which, with a bit more walking, we did.  About 15 minutes later the tram came along and we had a nice ride to Maipu on a relatively old tram (the light rail is new but the trams seem quite old). 

We found the bike shop where it was meant to be and expectantly walked in hoping to see some bikes but there were none available.  They had all been rented as had the bikes at other shops  in the area.  I couldn’t believe it but apparently there were hordes of people wanting to cycle the vines.  It looked like a good thing to do.  If we ever come again I think I will book a tour or some such  to ensure we get what we need. 
Bodega Lopez - it closed just as we were leaving

There was a very big Bodega (winery) a couple of blocks down the road.  It is a very large producer and had a lot of different labels.  I didn’t get to taste any as I had not been feeling particularly perky plus there did not seem to be a specific tasting area.  We bought a couple of bottles to try however. 

Some homes in Maipu
We wandered around the area for a few minutes and then B felt very hungry.  There was a little shop on the corner selling pastries and bread which B hoped would be an appetite satisfier.  Language issues came into play with neither of us being able to speak a word to the shop owner.  He really wanted to communicate and kept asking me all these questions which I could not answer.  I mentioned Buenos Aires and Valle de Uco and he seemed to get the idea.  It has been our experience that people have been really friendly but not having any Spanish has been a handicap. 

The trip back as usual seemed be much shorter than the outward journey. 

Unfortunately the day was slightly curtailed but I think I was due for a rest as I ended up reading for much of the remainder of the day. 

Our tram

We think this is where you put your rubbish
 

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Reflections - driving, people and language