Visiting Bodegas Wineries Pisco makers out of Ica Peru

Visiting Bodegas Wineries Pisco makers out of Ica Peru

We are getting fairly relaxed.
It is day four of our Oasis stay in the desert of Huacachino.
I definitely have a cold coming on, but I will not be deterred.
 
We catch a moto-taxi for all of $1.30 into Ica. We try to go to Dr. Stone’s Museum, but we get told that no-one is available to show us through, but we get a look through the door at the carved stones anyway.
 
We find a special at a nice cafe and have an early lunch.  Here they make cappuccino’s with sweet cream – more like a Vienna coffee, but I down it, and my son nicks the cream pretty promptly.
 
We then moto-taxi to a market we had passed on the way in.  And a mall!  My son LOVES malls.
He has been missing western food so much lately, and well they have a good lot of comfort junk food.
We stock up on a few items, but decide we might come back after the wineries, and have a junk food dinner.
 

So we hail a cab and get a ride to our first Bodegas.
At first I am alone. Waiting for an English speaking guide.
He finally arrives, and is sporting more Australian brand names on his clothes than I have seen in a long time, especially as we are on the other side of the world.

As I sit, I watch the staff laboriously hand glue labels and line them up perfectly on each bottle.
Now this is a large winery, so I am pretty shocked at this.

We venture outside, and I am amazed at the vineyards that are so old.
I am told this winery is the oldest in the area – 400 years!

We go to the area where the press the grapes with their feet. This wooden press takes 4 men to turn the wooden screw to lower the press.  It is the original press.

We then find out that the Pisco is the name of the pottery jars.  These are made in the region of Pisco nearby, and therefore how the drink has got its name.

 
About half way through I am joined by a bunch of Irish / English tourists.
So we start all over again.
But at least I have company.
I decide after the 4th tasting I am not a Pisco fan.  So their driver happily finishes all the left overs.
I’m glad our driver is outside.  We sneak out and I decide not to buy anything here – well overpriced.
 

Next we go to Lazo.
Now this place has my interest.
It is way down a dirt road.
It is a museum, and a big pile of collections of telephones, trunks, old gramophones and stereos, and well everything under the sun.
Much of it is left to rot.  A collector would have a fit at the lack of care of thousands of antiques and collectibles.
Alligator and snake-skins, tortoise shells and the list goes on.

My guide comes, and well he is fun.
He grabs a bamboo pole and I can “pull” my own amount of sampling wine.
And as much as I like.
Then a plate of nibbles comes out for my son to enjoy.

I chose a small leather covered bottle, and am told to “suck the hose”.
Well I never!
So I fail miserably, and I am concerned about germs and my sore throat, so I fake it and he takes over.
He fills my bottle with “perfect love”.  Wine only to be shared with my future perfect love he tells me.
I wonder how aged it will be when I finally get to drink it!
Dating is not something that is easy to do when you are a single Mum.  And an older one traveling at that too.  It is not like the man of my dreams has flung himself at my feet – yet!  Though we have met a few men we would call “sticky”.  Not of my choice, and won’t leave me alone.

Last on our list is Tacoma.
When we arrive here we are told very curtly to wait 20 minutes.  Then if no-one arrives they will give me a private tour.  I have to submit my passport number.  The taxi drive who made a deal with us is telling us to hurry up.  Well, he can wait as I know he is getting more than what I could have paid for local taxis.

But my son finds a trampoline, so even though it is hot, he has a great wait.

No-one arrives, so the lady comes out in all purple, and marches us off for the tour.

At first she is very distant, as we are shown up the bell tower.

We enjoyed seeing the plant nursery, and really, the grounds were so gorgeous.
It is an old convent, and then a monastery, and the colours and garden are incredible.
They also have some race horses.

We then get shown to the main winery.
The old wooden barrels are no longer used — but only as they hold too much!

There is a great display of machinery.
The notices are in English, and my son wants to read and test each one, so this takes ages.
But he is genuinely interested, and as we now world-school, it is all a great education.
He is particularly interested in the countries that made the different machinery, and why.

 
We end back in the tasting room and they also have a pretty garden area.
And then by the time I was in the midst of tasting, I was suddenly getting along really well with our guide.
Maybe she didn’t want to walk the winery — who knows, but we ended up having a lovely time.

I bought a couple of souvenirs, a nice bottle of wine for dinner, and wandered back up to the taxi quite happy and relaxed.

 
We ended back up at the mall again.
My son devoured two pizzas from Pizza Hut, and helped me consume Burger King.
Alas he left his hat behind, and there were tears over that, as we only discovered it two days later.
But it was getting grubby, and I am sure you will see him with a new hat soon!
 
 
 
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