Wine Battle was one of the things I was looking forward to Most on my holiday. Not many People Have heard of it and it's still a pretty local festival with hardly any tourist Which made it even better. Wine Battle is a red wine festival fight up on a battle ground crazy it was AWESOME.
We got up there early as the locals rode in on trailers towed by tractors, still up from the partying the night before. We set up base camp - I arrived to the camp site late the night before so while everyone else had bottles of cheap wine I had some not bad tasting wine in a 15L goon. It was a bit crazy. We soon started pouring wine on each other and I soon learn from the locals how to use my goon bag but not after I had wine poured over me. There were people young and old, came across a few other kiwis but most were locals from the Haro region, and spoke little English but we attempted conversation. There we people with water pistols, spraying backpacks the good old bucket. By the end it the wine was following down the hill and everyone was a redder shade.
We headed down to the bus where all the locals had parked and had fires burning cooking up some food. The locals were super friendly letting us hang round their fires try some yummy local snails - so much better than the French ones - and feed us up on their left over pancetta, chorizo sausage and meat. We even got to have some nice red wine from some locals who make it, and gave a few bottles to people to take home.
After everyone has eaten the all head back to the town square on Their tractors and trailers, we went and showered then headed in to the parade, and then they experienced young bull fighting. It was Such a crazy morning, all before 1pm.
It was nap time after the busy, morning then off out for a pintxos crawl, some Kalimotxo (my new favorite drink, red wine and coke) & dancing in the street with the locals. Everyone understands the language of song as we all dance to Grease and sing along in Spanish of their songs having no idea what I'm singing. Amazing experience!
We got up there early as the locals rode in on trailers towed by tractors, still up from the partying the night before. We set up base camp - I arrived to the camp site late the night before so while everyone else had bottles of cheap wine I had some not bad tasting wine in a 15L goon. It was a bit crazy. We soon started pouring wine on each other and I soon learn from the locals how to use my goon bag but not after I had wine poured over me. There were people young and old, came across a few other kiwis but most were locals from the Haro region, and spoke little English but we attempted conversation. There we people with water pistols, spraying backpacks the good old bucket. By the end it the wine was following down the hill and everyone was a redder shade.
We headed down to the bus where all the locals had parked and had fires burning cooking up some food. The locals were super friendly letting us hang round their fires try some yummy local snails - so much better than the French ones - and feed us up on their left over pancetta, chorizo sausage and meat. We even got to have some nice red wine from some locals who make it, and gave a few bottles to people to take home.
After everyone has eaten the all head back to the town square on Their tractors and trailers, we went and showered then headed in to the parade, and then they experienced young bull fighting. It was Such a crazy morning, all before 1pm.
It was nap time after the busy, morning then off out for a pintxos crawl, some Kalimotxo (my new favorite drink, red wine and coke) & dancing in the street with the locals. Everyone understands the language of song as we all dance to Grease and sing along in Spanish of their songs having no idea what I'm singing. Amazing experience!
