Red mountains among the green parrots, big river, La Viña cowboys, incredibly tasty peaches, grapes grabbing, illegal invasion to an estancia in the night. I thought, it was the last of mine countryside parties - Mars landscapes, a laptop, a bottle and I. Means, we got divorced, The Andes and I, and I was coming into the wet hot of pampa. And yeah, the bottle. In Moscow I read the book about bicycle journeys, there were a lot of vars what you should take with you in the first place - tubes, a wrench, GPS-navigator, condoms, a bible. So stupid, why nobody didn't tell me about a bottle, after four ride-months I started to become as a real booze hound.
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