September 2023
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Wanstead Fringe<br />
The Wheel Argentina<br />
In a Wanstead Fringe travelogue with a difference, Carole Edrich invites<br />
you to sample some of the wines emblematic of her experience of<br />
cycling to every winery in Argentina<br />
Salta Province has sub-tropical weather.<br />
That means either pouring rain or<br />
hot sun and humidity in the lowlands<br />
or hot sun with more hot sun everywhere<br />
else. Salta is mostly desert. The thermal<br />
amplitude makes for amazing wines.<br />
Downhill towards the city. Wet and humid.<br />
On a normal trip, humidity would have been<br />
welcome. Humidity is useful when so many<br />
people smoke because it makes the smoke –<br />
and all smells – stick to the people who cause<br />
them. Not this trip. Cycling in this humidity is<br />
like swimming through treacle. Exhausting,<br />
sweaty and no sane person would do it.<br />
I find my hotel in Salta – the only one in the<br />
entire five-month adventure that the local PRs<br />
have organised – and immediately go for a<br />
shower. The pipes grumble. I wait. The water<br />
comes out a bright, vivid green. I decide to go<br />
without. No energy for grumbling. Tonight, I<br />
decide that sweaty is betty-er.<br />
There are few excitements to compare with<br />
one’s first night in a strange new place.<br />
Despite my weariness and a deplorable urge<br />
to throw off my cycling kit and watch Latin<br />
soaps on the probably black-and-white<br />
portable TV in my room, I set out to immerse<br />
myself in the town. After all, I might never<br />
come here again. Live this precious moment<br />
to the full! I think. Savour the experience. Meet<br />
people. Make notes. Crush each ripe fruit of<br />
sensation against the palate until the appetite<br />
is cloyed in intoxicating richness.<br />
Richness. Savour. Palate. Appetite… That<br />
brings me to food. The restaurants are closed<br />
when I eventually find them, what with it<br />
being a Sunday, half-past March and everyone<br />
being at home for their weekly family asado<br />
(directly translated: ‘bar-b-cue’ or ‘grill’,<br />
culturally translated: more meat than you can<br />
eat and then some). In the end, in a garage<br />
that has run out of petrol, I find a couple of<br />
boiled cardboard media lunas (pasties) and<br />
two dented plastic bottles of water in slightlyless-than-two-litre<br />
holders.<br />
That night, I wake up to scuttling. After<br />
being run over by cockroaches in bed in the<br />
‘pleasantly intimate’ cupboard they have<br />
booked for me to share with said cockroaches,<br />
the minutes of the luminous green clock that<br />
I can neither turn off nor cover creep to 6am. I<br />
make the decision to get up and cycle through<br />
horizontal rain to my next destination, leaving<br />
the cockroaches to feast on the second media<br />
luna, which I haven’t been able to face.<br />
Onwards, and uphill (again), to Cafayate. This<br />
is the penultimate stage of my nine-stage bike<br />
ride through the wine trails of Argentina. On<br />
12 <strong>September</strong>, we’ll have time to talk about<br />
four of the stages – and we’ll be tasting four<br />
wines that match my experience that covered<br />
4,500km through the wineries of Argentina.<br />
Which four sections we cover will be up to you<br />
(interactive, innit).<br />
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events, visit wnstd.com/fringe<br />
© Carole Edrich<br />
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