About 40 kilometres in, things went awry.
"We have everybody from bikers to cross-dressers, businessmen, lawyers, families with kids, air force pilots. You name it, we get them down here."
This wine-tasting thing is a breeze -- until you've had your fair share and are recommended to spit after sipping. It just seems like such a waste, but what's a tipsy gal (with two more wineries to visit before lunch) to do but comply?