We crossed the Andes into Argentina, passing Cerro Aconcagua, the highest peak in the Western hemisphere via an ear-poppingly steep snaking road either side.
The weather here in Mendoza is instantly hotter, we're guessing as it's sheltered from the cooling coastal winds that Chile had.
Consequently, they really observe the siesta here - everything (and I mean everything) closes from 3-7pm. The locals only sit to eat after 9pm and the street performers will still be entertaining crowds of kids in the central plaza at 11. (I'm sat here in our hostel garden, and they've only just started cooking the Sunday barbeque at midnight!)
We're struggling to adapt to the routine, but we'll have to or else we'll be up when everyone's asleep, and going to bed when everyone's waking up (tonight's barbeque a case in point).
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