Asado at Dos Rios

The train-tracks add a real charm to Dos Rios: although now they labour little more than coolers of beer and vast quantities of steak, they were installed to transport building materials from boats to the central buildings.

Where better to put a pool than within three-hundred-and-sixty degrees of verdant, sunlit Delta?
Read all about Hugo and Jane's project at http://www.dos-rios.com.ar/index.php?showPage=5

Return to EL Churqi

Who needs a pony?Yesterday Richard led the way up onto the fertile arable ground on his motorbike to check on the potatoes. I followed in the truck, struggling to keep up with the agile bike. After a maté with the contractors and a lot of agricultural tyrekicking, Richard gave me the helmet, an elementary lesson in starting the bike, a honda 250 modified to 300 cc, and told me he would see me at the farm! What you can see of my face in the photo is my 'return of the conquering hero' grimace.

A very health potato crop.

Hugh, Richard and Hugh's new truck.
A Transformation:
Summertime,

...in contrast to when I was here in winter



Summer in the highlands of Tucuman is wet: the days are remarkably simular to a good English summer; changeable and temperate. As a result the Aconquija valley has undergone a complete transformation from the dusty bowl I found in July. Welly boots have become a fundamental addition to the wardrobe.