Leaving Mendoza we found ourselves biking through dozens, many dozens, of vineyards. So after a sprightly 30k we stopped, asked ourselves why we were just passing through, then found a campsite right in the middle of the bodegas. And went a-visiting. In a sprightly fashion.
Norton's is one of the most well-known Argentinian vineyards in the UK. After a great lunch at the bodega, accompanied by 'a few' bottles of their lovely wines (Karen, you would be proud of me), we went for their wine tasting. I was educated in their malbec wines whilst Sarah plumped for the champagne tasting. The measures are generous, and when the staff (who we got along with very well) left us to the bottles whilst they looked after an arranged tour group, they became even more generous.
We had some trouble cycling the ennormous distance of 4k back home. One of us broke their seatpost (without serious injury; more on that later) and the other fell into a large, deep ditch. (Nothing more on that later). Much to the concern of a passing elderly Argentian.
Infact, we may not be allowed back into Norton's again.......
It's only the hairs on a gooseberry, that stops it from being a grape.
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