In Mendoza we hooked up with these other gringos, who were from North America and therefore very enthusiastic (Behold their shiny white teeth! Look how they smile!), to go and pretend to be gauchos for the day. Naturally it pissed it down for the duration of our trek, so the amazing Andean panoramas that should have opened up before us turned out mainly to be grey fog. The heinous weather didn´t prevent us from having the best time ever. Our horses were terrific. Matty´s was the biggest horse I´ve ever seen. It made him look like a tiny lilliputian by comparison. I asked one of the guides what my horse was called. ´Dick Face´ he replied.I thought this kind of rudeness was a tad uncalled for. I was only asking a civilised question. No, Dick Face was the name of my horse. How we all laughed (shortly before being thrown to the ground and trampled underhoof). This last bit was a joke. There have been no broken limbs or tramplings so far. Rest assured Sue. A jolly day was had by all and we finished off our trek by heading back to the ranch and settling ourselves down by the crackling log fire. 
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