So long, VOS, welcome back TU

I survived the bike tour! I knew I would, I just wanted to put a little cliff hanger for the faithful readers out there. It was really nice, got to taste a lot of wines and see how all the magic happens, and we finished off at this crazy beer garden. It was basically a wooden hut with a bar and a bathroom, a field, and couches. The beer was good, but the vibe was really awesome. We got the bikes around 11 in the morning, went around and did our thang, then ended at the beer garden, after several vineyards, at 7:05. We were supposed to have the bikes back by 7 or else be charged a fee for making the guys stay late, so we rode back like bats outta hell. Right before we pulled out of the gravel street from the beer garden though, the friend we had picked up along the way rode right into a ditch and did a little mini-flip over the handle bars. There was a cop on a motorcycle who watched, and he followed us all the way back to the bike place, telling us when to go when we were waiting at stop signs. It was really fun getting a police escort but he was probably just hoping another one of us would fall so he could laugh about it some more.

So I´m writing from the bus station in (San Miguel de) Tucuman right now. We have a bus that leaves in about an hour, which takes us to the border town La Quiaca, at which point we cross into Villazon, Bolivia hopefully, then straight up to either Uyuni or Tupiza! Bolivia is possibly what I´m most excited about, but there are a lot of discrepancies in the information detailing what is actually needed to enter the country. Sooo we´ll find out tomorrow. If not, we´ll take a bus and backtrack a bit, go through Chile and straight up to Peru along the coast. Hopefully Bolivia wants us to go though, because I really want to see it. The change of scenery from Mendoza, 14 hours away from where I am now, is really different. We´re pretty much surrounded by mountains now, and looking out the bus window, you get these killer views of farmland that appears to stretch endlessly until it hits the foot of the Andes, it´s really nice. There are no clouds in the sky, it´s nice and crisply fresh, and everywhere you go, a Cumbia beat follows. Kenj and I walked around a bit tonight just to kill time as the sun was setting, and the nightlife was already picking up. If you like dark clubs and hookers, this is THE place to be! For real though, the town is really nice. It´s where the first constitution of Argentina was drafted so it holds some serious patriotic value.

Alright, well it´s burning up in this kiosk and I´m about to freak out, so I´ll leave this there. Now that I´m perfectly used to the Argentinian accent and funny words they add to the language, it´s time to get back to some basics, hopefully. Can´t wait to see what comes next, hopefully the following update is from Bolivia! Don´t cry for me, Argentina!