Call the police....?

Ok so where to begin.
As you read the night did not go well.... then as we began to pack up, the young lad from the park came over to ask for $ of which he was meet with a bollocking from us both. He then went back to the office. 5 minutes later a full lit up patrol car rolled up and out jumped 2 vest wearing, fully armed police , followed by another on a motorcycle...... then the owner decided to come and see us. What a head spin..... anyway after smiling to the police, telling the owner he was a tosser we paid our bill with a finger to boot....
then lets start the day......
I finally switched off the tyre, this has been amazing piece of rubber, it's done 18000k's of which 3 were 2 up. Still had rubber but good to get a refresh. Also decided to splash out and buy a new tube at $55 but I'm sure will be a good thing

looks kind of sad on the side walk but also doing an oil change will put a smile on any machines face. so with that we hit the road feeling very good.... doing all this and getting another 300k's under our belt
However like all good Gabitesisms..... 80k's later
My new tube that had been sitting on the shelf for ? time had perished to a point that it dissolved within the tyre. It's just so far out that it was not worth going back for the time and $ lost.I had saved the old tube so back on the road 1 hour later and very pissed off...
but hey the scenery made it all good....right?
Caths been doing a dailyish diary ,so here is some of it....its different from behind...

What is it about campsites?Without fail, experiences happen, and boy, they are not the best of happens! The run in with the manager and his assistant, really left us unsettled, after such a promising and optimistic feel for the Country. And so we decided in our finite wisdom, to go for breakfast.
In my worst Spanish direct from the 'book' i ordered bacon and eggs, small compensation for a beer and crisps dinner, and an altercation with the authorities. Going with the law of below averages, we ,of course, got no such thing, and ended up with a fried egg and fried bread.Yum, scoff it down and use the loo. Mark is off to find an inner tube and an oil change, taking all the money with him, apart from the Chilean money i am going to have trouble changing, in my purse.
Back from the loo (it was a time travellors exp) and in that space, the waitress had realised that she had under charged me and could i possibly pay the difference,obviously, two greasy eggs and a slice of greasy fried bread was a costly undertaking, but with no Argentinian dosh and Mark away on a very important mission, I was left to explain about banks and the need to rob one.
Waving me off with overly expectant hopes that i was an honest travellor, the waitress took me at my word of returning shortly and resumed rather quickly, a complete lack of interest. Bueno.Off i go to change money.....3 banks later and not a happening experience,so decided to quickly get lost in the 'picturesque,tree-lined streets' of Mendoza.
Got my cash(not changed, that required other Professional bank robbers) paid the waitress ,who would rather be elsewhere than dealing with my large. inconvenient bank note, and tied back in with Mark, amazingly, who had achieved half of his mission...
On the road, with new tube and new tyre fitted, no worries in sight, doing the right thing, keeping everything sweet as.... flat tyre!! Middle of nowhere, sun blazing down, cars and trucks pounding the tarmac...bugger!
The cup is half full, when the old inner tube, is still lurking around and the tools used to take off the tyre just work.
The new innner tube is fucked.
It always was, we just didnt know it.
Lesson to be learned, dont buy an inner tube, no matter how hearty, that hasnt been wrapped, but unknown to us, hung on a wall for a decade to perish along the seam.
A $50 dollar lesson , could cost more .if we decided to turn around and go back to the shop to replace the tube ,and god forbid, experience more campsite frolics, so onwards, gratefully, it was,into San Rafael,with our old inner tube,that Mark, uncharacteristacally, had kept! Hurrah.


The Lady who owned the Cabinieras, was very friendly and welcoming, $50 pesos for a cabin, amazing....learning curve no2 get hosts to write down the amounts, it could save a third of the price!
Here, we are in the heart of Argentinian wine country, so decide to buy a bottle of sparkles, that was just awful, and the accommodating lady, who very articulately manages to skip the $110 part of the deal gives us our sheets and bids us goodnight......