DAY FIFTY - PLAYING DRESS UPS

ARGENTINE EXPERIENCE TOP 10: NO 6
Gaucho atire - Yeehaaaaa the Cowboy of the South Americans! Take your ass out to the farm lands were tradition is embraced in full force! Even in the big smoke citys you can see a piece or two - like Alpargatas stolen from the getup of the Gaucho's and adapted in to fashion baby! Pretty much the best looking outfits I ever did see in the "real world", and it made my farming experience ultra sureal.. What the hey ho are these guys wearing in this day in age?


All of a sudden I was transported into some familar scene of a movie with no name that I have seen a million times, that actually I never did see... you know what I am saying? Because I don't! hahaha I think what I am trying to say is it was like being on a movie set with no film crew! I fell in love and in my mind I rode off into the sunset with every farmer on a horse dressed up as a Gaucho that passed my way!

DAY FORTY NINE - NO RHYME NOR REASON

He was there by my side from the very beginning, my leading man, the one and only Owly! Intended as a present, I brought Owly at the airport 2 years ago just before boarding the plane for my first time to Argentina with Zoe! Who knew I would be back here for my 5th time and that Owly would become my number one comrade and here by my side each and every time!

So Owly here is to you, to Zoe, to all the Argentines and the "Colombians - Miguel, Cris, Juan, Jaime" we met in BsAs the first time, to Vibol, to Laura, to Guille, to Juan, to Juan, to Juan (well to a nation of Juans), to Eze, to Eco, to Muzgrove, to Kay, to Emily, to Mario, Pachuuuuuu, Juan, Margui, Martin, Vicky, Pedro and all the Molfinos who all hung with Owly in Argentina and to all the people I have met with Owly across Central, South and North America in the last two years! And not forgetting you guys in Kingsland who had the pleasure to meet Owly and ma 'n' pa, the Natalee clan and the likes in NZ! My point is THANK YOU! and my other point is Owly has found his true winged family here on the farm!

DAY FORTY EIGHT - LASOOOOOOOOO

Cow boys and Indians. Davy Crocket. Clint Eastwood.

Who am I? Where am I? And what happened to the 21st century? 

Now ride em cowboy!

DAY FORTY SEVEN - "DON'T HAVE A COW MAN" - BART SIMPSON

Line up, line up, line up! Get your ass in fast! Literally speaking!

To late to turn back now Mr!

These lil fellas, these milk guzzling wee moocows are in line to get the latest in greatest in brands and now they have to pay the ultimate price in farming fashion (between you and me its not their choice, it is not fashion and I bet it hurts a bunch but I wanted to make it sound better for them hehe) to fit in with the rest of the grass grazing cows by getting branded so bottoms up, here's to having their wee bums burnt!

Hurt much?

If there is any truth in the saying "The eyes are the window to the soul"? Then I think so!

DAY FORTY SIX - OLD MOLFINO HAD A FARM

AND ON THAT FARM THERE WAS A KENDRA EEE III EE IIII OOOOOO!!!

WITH AN OMG THERES A CALf HERE 

AND A OMG I AM EATING HEIR THERE

HERE AN OWL 

THERE A RODET SPECIES I HAVE NEVER SEEN THERE

EVERYWHERE A OMG OMG

EEE III EEEE III OO

The song doesn't quite rythm like it ought to buuuut you get the idea... I Kendra McCarthy aka city slicker was on a "and bingo was his namo" farm! 3 hours drive from Rafaela, so thats a 9 hour drive from Buenos Aires and I am leaving my high heels at the gate and swapping them for gumboots and 4 days on the Molfino "campo"! lets get dirty up in here! Where do I even begin, for starters even though in NZ has more sheep than humans and I drive past hundreds of farms to get anywhere... I have only ever been on a farm once in my life... so when Juan mentioned the farm, holy smokes I was a kid in a candy shop - "I want, I want, I want!".  If I was an incontinent old man I would have peed my pants with excitement!

CLICK HERE FOR THEME SONG OF TRIP.. MOO MOO MOOO MOOOO

Now stay tuned as I break this love affair down into multiple blogs that I couldn't write whilst I was away. This week I swapped catchy cell phone rings, glowing laptop screens and the sounds of the city to blissfully sipping on red wine, scoffing down farm kill Heir and spending long evenings stargazing listening to nothing but the song of birds, insects and the sounds of my own thoughts...

Thank you life!

DAY FORTY FIVE - CROWDED HOUSE

MOLFINOS CAME HOME FOR THE LONG WEEKEND - WE DID WHAT WE ALL DO BEST

DAY FORTY FOUR - KISSING STRANGERS

I shouldn't kiss and tell but I have a confession to make... I am sorry mum... It happened again. I can't stop! And I am not fussy... From strangers in the night who I meet for the very first time.. to whole families! I mean all I did this weekend was kiss people, here, there and everywhere I went! But not to worry mum it was all consensual and all above board and well to be honest it was just on the cheek and well they kissed me back! It would be rude not to. When in Rome! xoxo