Claremont Rugby

Claremont McKenna College. Argentina and Uruguay Rugby Tour.

By Jayne Fox (Tour member).

We took the overnight plane trip from LA to Buenos Aires, arrived in Buenos Aires, had lunch on the riverfront, then took the ferry across the miles-wide mouth of the River Plate to Montevideo, Uruguay. The hotel there was fabulous. The city was a mixture of old and new; the archway in a couple pictures marked old town Montevideo from the newer parts. The guy with “I love MOM” written on his forehead is Aaron; he was the first of many players who had the misfortune to fall asleep at inopportune times during the trip and have graffiti scrawled on them (usually with permanent marker!).

While in Uruguay we had our first rugby match. It was at night (late) and was cold and foggy and we lost. We “Moms” were super cold, so the pic of Barbara warming her toes by the fire was taken in the Uruguay team’s clubhouse while we were waiting for the BBQ to be served. The rest of our time there was spent touring the city. We all agreed it was an unexpected gem, and would all go back again someday.

The people of Argentina all love to drink a concoction called Mate (ma-te). It is an herb that resembles oregano, and is packed into a cup made of a hollowed-out gourd. Boiling hot water is then poured over it and you drink it with a silver straw that has a sieve at the end to filter out the leaves. It is meant to be shared by all of your friends; all using the same straw, and it is rude to refuse. We thought at first it was a gimmick to sell these things to the tourists, but as the trip went on we saw people drinking it everywhere. Several boys bought mate cups and herbs and also drank it during the trip. It is kind of bitter, and an acquired taste, but very much a part of their culture.

CCRFC60After we came back to Argentina from Uruguay we settled into our hotel, which after 5 days there, felt like home. We had a city tour, and saw a fabulous city. We toured cathedrals, museums, the Colon Theatre, and most of the neighborhoods of the city. We shopped quite a bit, too! Rosaura [Aaron’s mom] speaks Spanish and got along great with the cab drivers and so we found out the real scoop on the shopping. The pictures show the Pink House, which is their White House. The President works there, but doesn’t live there. In the picture, left of the boys is a balcony that was where Eva Peron used to come out to address the people in the square. You can get quite close to the building. La Recoleta Cemetery is another stop we made. It is a huge place full of mausoleums for only the wealthy. They are ornate and beautiful. Eva Perón is buried there, but not Juan Perón. It is like a small city that is deserted; very weird. There are lots of cats there that some women take care of. Some of us went one night Tortoni Café, the oldest in Buenos Aires and very famous there..It is a tourist stop; a lot of people would just walk in and take pictures and leave. It was full the night we were there, and we had a drink and dessert and looked at the pictures of the famous people who have been there. We played pool in the back room; alongside pictures of Robert Duvall playing pool there. There were separate rooms, one downstairs and one on the main floor that were tango clubs. Tango was invented in Buenos Aires and you would see people doing the tango all over- in the streets, in cafes. One night some of us adults went to a dinner and then tango show at a club. It was magnificent. Another day, the boys had a private tango lesson, too. They did great!

Meanwhile, the boys were partying at the clubs and gathering small groups of female fans. The boys would give the girls the cell phone number of our tour guide and throughout our tour poor Auggie would have his phone ringing and some girl or another asking for one of the guys! They would show up at the games, too, and then hang around and go out partying with the boys after. The boys were mistaken for different American celebrities, and didn’t try too hard to clear it up. Blond Sammy was taken for Heath Ledger a couple times; he was very popular.

We had a day in the countryside to see how their cowboys gauchos- live. We toured a ranchero home, rode a trail horse, and had a great BBQ meal while watching them perform tango, country dances, and music. Then the gauchos rode in the pasture and captured the ring – which is when they ride at a full gallop toward a tiny ring suspended in a post overhead, and they have to spear it with a long stick thing. Then, they give the ring to a female for a kiss. That was fine, but the gaucho that gave me a ring decided I should go for a ride, and took me on a gallop that was pretty exciting. I think Woody has a video somewhere. The Boca neighborhood is near the water at the port. The reason the houses are so colorful is that the people there were poor and couldn’t afford paint for their houses, so used whatever paint was leftover from painting the ships on their own homes. It is very crazy there. You feel like it is a cross between a New Orleans mardi gras and Las Vegas showmen. People tango in the streets, and there are artists and vendors all over. Very fun city, Buenos Aires.

Cordoba. We left Buenos Aires and had a 10 hour overnight bus ride to the city of Cordoba. We arrived in the morning and checked into the hotel. Woody and I walked to the main square of the city in time to see a military presentation. The next day was going to be May 25th, which is the day Argentina celebrates their independence from Spain. The military band and soldiers were in the square and it was neat to watch. Also that day, we all went on a tour of the National University of Cordoba, oldest university in Argentina, founded in 1613, years before Harvard by Jesuits, who were later dispossessed and exiled by the government. It was fascinating to see. There are textbooks there that are centuries old and they can still be used by the students. The school girls followed the boys everywhere we went.

CCRFC317The next day some of us adults went on a city tour. Cordoba is known for beautiful architecture; the Jesuits founded the city and built some amazing buildings. After the tour we headed to the Jockey Club for our third rugby game. It was a great game, we won 31-22. The Jockey Club was gorgeous- they had a big clubhouse and even an apparel shop; the boys did some shopping there. We have been impressed by the rugby clubs in Argentina. The next day we toured some sites in the city, then we loaded up the bus with everyone and headed to a town called Alta Gracia; it is in a higher elevation then Cordoba and truly a beautiful town. We went to tour the childhood home of Che Chevara (the man who created havoc by starting revolutions and most famously helped put Fidel Castro into power by triggering the revolution in Cuba. He is also the subject of the movie “Motorcycle Diaries”) A few boys were militant about not wanting to go on this tour because they believe Che was a communist and basically a bad man. He is a hero to some people in Argentina, though. We also toured a home of a Spanish composer, Manuel de Falla, and the Jesuit Estancia. That night we had a team dinner at a local humongous cafeteria type place that every kind of food you could think of. After dinner we again loaded up the bus about 10 p.m. and drove another 10 hours overnight to Mendoza.

Mendoza. We arrived about 9:00 a.m. Check in took a long time, and after lunch we all headed out for a city tour given by Victor, a local tour guide who joined us while we were there. The city is so pretty, small and very leafy. The trees are a big deal, because when the city was founded there were no trees. They were brought in and the city has a record of each and every one. Victor said the city couldn’t tell you how many people are in the town, but can identify every tree! We saw a lot of neat things there. They have a gigantic park area; similar to Central Park. There is a big lake with an upscale members-only club on it. There are riding trails, picnic areas and it is heavily used all year round. Victor said it is common for families to have picnics there at midnight! (That late eating thing, again.) We had our 4th and final rugby game in Mendoza. The team we played was called Banco Nacion. Our guys had problems with the opponents pulling dirty tricks like grabbing a guy’s ankle and twisting it, and using strangleholds. Trying to lodge a protest in broken Spanish to an unsympathetic ref was a waste of time. They played it out, we lost, and for a while it looked like our guys were going to pack it in and leave right after the game. Calmer heads prevailed, though, and they posed for the picture and even eventually did some gear trading. Trading shirts and pants is tradition after a match like this. A lot of guys really get into it and end up with some neat stuff. Woody trades with the refs, since he is a ref, too. It’s fun to watch the negotiations the boys go through. While we were watching the game I noticed some girls and heard one say she was from UC Davis! It turns out she is in [Jayne’s daughter] Tracy’s sorority. She is studying abroad, had run into some of the guys at a club the night before and came to see the game. We took her picture to show Tracy. We all went to the team’s clubhouse afterward for yet another gracious BBQ. They turned out to be really nice guys once you got them off the field!

CCRFC188The next day was our trip into the Andes. We left early in the morning and drove quite a way into the mountains. We stopped at a roadside hot springs and there were vendors selling wool sweaters and hats. The boys were freezing, and bought crazy patterned knit hats to wear (with their shorts- these California kids). They had the first of many snowball fights. We then drove farther up and stopped and went for a short hike on a trail that offers a good view of Aconcagua Peak. It was a beautiful day and we were the only people there. After the hike, we drove to a nearby ski resort and had a nice lunch- we were the only ones there, too. The ski areas weren’t open for the season, yet. That night we had a fun team dinner. It was dedicated to Wally- our head coach who didn’t make the trip-so there were lots of toasts and songs. The waiters loved the kids and tried to join in the cheers and made sure there were no empty wine bottles. The next day we toured two wineries- San Felipe and Familia Zuccardi. They were pretty similar to California wineries. Very modern and the tasting rooms set up the same. We had lunch at the second one, and it was gorgeous and the food delicious. The kids, and adults, bought a lot of wine at this winery. They were happy to see us, I’m sure.

We piled into the bus that night about 10 p.m. and had a very long bus trip back to Buenos Aires. We didn’t arrive until after noon the next day. It was foggy, and I was too nervous to sleep much. Luckily there is not much traffic on Argentina highways. Coming back to our original hotel in Buenos Aires felt like coming home. We settled in, and that night was our last team dinner. There were lots of toasts, speeches and it was emotional for some of the seniors. Our tour guide, Auggie, gave gifts to the coaches and team captain and gave us ladies aprons in the Argentina colors. We ladies sang a song we made up that touched on events of the trip, and also did our rugby cheer one last time. It was a really fun evening. The next day-our last day- some of us took a tour to an area called Delta del Tigre. It is a community just outside Buenos Aires made up of islands not connected with bridges and the residents can only get around by boat. We took a train to the boat dock, which was fun because we rode it along the riverfront and saw some pretty scenery. We had one stop and got out and found a rugby museum! We got on the boat and saw some beautiful scenery. The island has its own school, and the kids wait on their docks for the school bus boat. If you need groceries you hang a bottle on your dock and a grocery boat stops by. Very picturesque. After the tour, back in Buenos Aires, Woody and I walked to the waterfront to have lunch at a restaurant that looked nice. We had a great meal, and at the end the head waiter asked us where we were from and we told him about the trip and that this was our last day. He left and came back with 2 glasses of champagne for us and wished us a safe trip and speedy return to Argentina! What a nice way to end the trip! We all headed to the airport that evening and began our long trip home. It was a great experience.

See the tour photo album here.

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Washington Furies WRFC, Argentina Tour

By Karden Kelly. Published on US Rugby Magazine.

Buenos Aires. June 23.

logoWe arrived in Buenos Aires exhausted but wide-eyed. On our way in to town, the gray day was brightened by the vibrant colors of the Argentine flags, displayed by proud fans in celebration of the Soccer World Cup. We were struck by the city’s odd balance of modernity and old world feel. Encased in lanes of traffic, squares emerged throughout the city. The most impressive was Avenida 9 de Julio, named in honor of Argentina’s Independence Day, a square more than two blocks wide by US standards. Energy abounds in Argentina; a combination of pride, passion and world influences that is evident in every aspect of its culture. We could not wait to walk the crowded streets and narrow sidewalks of Buenos Aires, which pulse with people. Unlike anything we expected, Buenos Aires is elegant and cosmopolitan with an undeniably Europeanflair. We took to the streets after lunch. Buenos Aires is full of travelers – travelers, not tourists and on the narrow sidewalks we encountered visitors from around the globe. Later, a group of us sat at an outdoor cafe Puerto Madero harbor, drinking Quilmes and exchanging rugby stories.

Later that day we practiced at the Centro Naval Rugby fields, acquired by club founder and president Captain Oscar Oulton. The complex includes three full-size rugby fields, two smaller practice fields, two full-sized hockey fields, men’s and women’s locker rooms, and a clubhouse overlooking a marina with a capacity of 200 boats. Centro Naval hosts international teams in town to play the Pumas and the All Blacks had practiced there earlier that day. After practice we returned to Puerto Madero for a buffet-style dinner. Later, some of us headed down the street to the Kilkenny, pleased to see that amid all its influences, Buenos Aires reserves space for a smoky Irish pub.

Women’s Rugby In Argentina.

Furies 10, Centro Naval 00. June 24.Women’s rugby in Argentina has developed slowly over the last five years, with four 15s teams and a steady flow of sevens sides emerging. Argentina’s Women’s National 7s Team plays Brazil, Venezuela, Chile, Peru and Uruguay. The Furies would meet two 15s teams – and Vicente Lopez (VILO) and Sixty RFC as well as a combined side from two brave sevens teams: Ciudad and Gimnasia y Esgrima de Ituzaingo – GEI). Argentina’s passion and energy is aptly demonstrated in the play of its women ruggers, who compete with intensity, and drive. The strength of Argentina’s women’s game is in the backline; as scrums, at this stage in rugby’s development, are uncontested. Two of our three matches were played at Centro Naval, with a medical staff on the sideline to promptly address injuries. We were also impressed by the patient, good-humored referees, who maintained the flow of the game.

In sharp contrast to conditions we are accustomed to in D.C., our first match was played on a gorgeous green pitch. On this day, however, pouring rain submerged the pitch in two inches of water. Spectators were limited to coaches, subs, the medical staff and strays who wandered over from a men’s match. Centro Naval had speedy players on the outside, so the Furies adapted with punches and inside plays. In a match slowed by the winter rain, the Furies got tries from Christina DiGiulio and Holly Gaff, while preventing Centro Naval from scoring. At game’s end, we exchanged hugs, kisses and the greetings we knew in each others languages. The sudden change was like watching a storm break: one minute we were mauling and the next we were embracing. En route to the clubhouse, we turned to see our opponents engaged in a celebratory, post-match mud fight; the Centro Naval veterans welcoming their rookies to the game. We ran back onto the field, dove into the mud, and slid directly into the fray. The Centro Naval players brought us into their circle, our inability to speak Spanish moot amid the laughter and singing.

Soccer World Cup.

Pictures and gifts were exchanged after lunch and then we departed for the hotel where we watched Argentina take on Mexico in the Soccer World Cup. The usually crowded streets were eerily empty; shops and eateries closed their doors, as the entire city crowded around televisions. Within the first ten minutes, the teams were tied 1-1, and this score held through the end of regulation time. We ran across the street to the supermercado, where cashiers and customers clamored in front of the television. Rodriguez chested the ball down and hammered it into the top right corner of the goal in the 98th minute, putting Argentina up 2-1. Our small semicircle erupted, and in an instant the streets overflowed with fans and flags, as Argentina defeated Mexico to advance to the World Cup quarterfinals.

All Blacks 26, Pumas 19.

Immediately thereafter we departed for Velez Sarsfield Stadium to watch Argentina take on New Zealand. The bus maneuvered through the celebratory crowd and we arrived to a swarm of Argentine flags on the shoulders of rugby fans. Many of us had never been to an international rugby match and we felt chills as we witnessed the Haka in person. We exchanged smiles and shared a look of disbelief. We were so excited to see the players we so often read about that we were on our feet for most of the first half. Occasionally, a cup of beer was passed, as some of us managed to sneak contraband into the dry stadium. We toasted one another and this incredible day. The day, however, was far from over. Argentine nightlife is indescribable. It begins with a long, late dinner, followed by drinks at the bar, before heading to clubs that open at 2:30 a.m. Wired from the All Blacks’ victory, we claimed a corner of a bar and discussed the match before heading to the Opera Bay Club. On the club’s largest dance floor, pictures of the Pumas and All Blacks illuminated a movie screen. And moments after entering the club, sightings of All Black players began. Impossible to miss on the dance floor, we moved our circle as close to them as possible and danced until it was light outside. Our day of rugby began with a morning match and ended with the following days rising sun.

June 25.

On Sunday, the rugby continued with a Division I match at the pitch of the San Isidro Club (SIC). SIC, one of the top clubs in Argentina, has produced many Pumas past and present. On this rainy day, with 200 other fans, the Furies watched SIC defeat Belgrano 13-8. Buenos Aires has affordable shopping and is American friendly. Trendy Florida Avenue is bustling with small boutiques, department stores, telephone and internet access businesses and eateries; a line of kiosks serve as a median. It served as our indoctrination into the pace and etiquette of sidewalk traffic; pace, hurried – etiquette, none. We were obstacles until we grasped the essentials, gained a sense of direction and slipped into the rush. It was amazing to see rugby merchandise in the shops. When we mentioned that we played rugby, we were met with an approving nod, rather than the confusion found in the States. Many of us took advantage of the beautiful leather goods: bags, belts and custom tailored jackets ready by close of business. Others wandered the stands that lined the market at Recoleta.

Furies 26, Ciudad-GEI 00. June 27.

We returned to Centro Naval Tuesday night for a 10 pm game against a side comprised of two sevens teams: Ciudad and GEI. Ciudad is a local club while GEI’s players come from the town of Ituzaingo, an hour west of BA. The evening was cold enough to see your breath and family members watched from cars on either side of the pitch that had not recovered from the weekend’s rain. The combined side, which wore Ciudad’s jerseys the first half and GEI’s in the second, communicated and ran well with the ball. They could not, however, compensate for their lack of forwards and the Furies posted a 26-0 victory with tries scored by Amanda Fallon, Joan Oxman, Rebecca Jones, and Christina DiGiulio, who also made three of four conversions. We dined with the players and their families in the clubhouse. Our captains said a few words, gifts were exchanged, and the boat races began. I made my first trade of the tour with a Ciudad player who kept me company since the end of the match, despite our fragmented attempts at communication. Our morning flight did not deter the players from a final night in Buenos Aires. My room occupancy doubled as Ciudad players took to the town with us and barely slept before leaving for work in the morning.

Iguazú Falls.

June 29.

We spent an entire day at the Iguazu National Park, strolling the paved trails that lead to the edge of the rain forest and the Parana River. We descended down to the water’s edge where we climbed into speed boats that took us under the falls and down the river’s rapids. After a jeep ride through the jungle, the tour culminated in a spectacular view of the Devil’s Throat, where 14 waterfalls converge and drop over 260 feet. Nightfall brought an Argentine barbeque with live music It was followed by a stop for coffee and helado in the company of Dutch, Mexican and American travelers at a sidewalk cafe. Then it was on to Cuba Libre for salsa dancing, where we stayed until nearly 6 a.m.

June 30.

With our 7:30 a.m. bus departure for Corrientes looming, sleep was more of a threat than a comfort. A few of us packed our bags and brought them to the lobby, where we slept sitting on a couch until the bus arrived less than an hour later. We slept en route to Corrientes and stopped in the town of San Ignacio to stretch our legs. There we toured the ruins of the Guaranitic (Jesuit) Missions. The long awaited World Cup quarterfinal between Argentina and Germany was played that day and we crowded into a packed restaurant for lunch, with people watching a single television on the bar. The close game, too suspenseful to watch at times, kept us on our feet, but ended with a shootout that declared Germany the winner.

Corrientes. July 1.

We focused on our final match against the Sixty Rugby Club, arguably the best in Argentina, with a few national players on its roster. On the ride to Resistancia, Chaco, 10 minutes outside of Corrientes, we watched the city fade into fields and small houses. The road became less and less paved, and at the end of a dirt road were two rugby pitches with bleachers and a clubhouse. No matter how remote the location, or seemingly affluent or rural, every club has its own fields true home pitch. It’s no wonder that the Argentinean community is so rugby friendly rugby is a fixture of the community.

Furies 26, Sixty RFC 05.

Our opponents were aware of our previous victories and did not want us to leave the country undefeated. Unlike our previous matches, this team matched us in size and was the most developed in Argentina. There was an ongoing men’s game as we arrived, but the crowd’s attention was diverted as the American women headed to the locker rooms. Dozens of young boys, who had just finished their practice, watched from the sidelines as we warmed up and flooded our tour guide with questions. Two hundred fifty people, including both men’s teams, cheered on the Sixty women, while the local newspapers and television station covered what turned out to be the first international match on their pitch. Many of the spectators had never seen Americans, let alone American women rugby players. At kickoff, we recognized a familiar face across the line – a player who had been on the Nandu side during our last match. She had traveled over 700 kilometers to play us in Buenos Aires and now faced us again on her home pitch. There were horns on the sidelines as the crowd cheered with the energy of a full stadium. The Sixty RFC played a very physical game but the Furies impressed the crowd with our hard hits and aggressive play.

Sixty scored first when their wing picked up a loose ball and took off with stunning speed. Her try marked the first time we had been scored upon in Argentina and was the wake-up call we needed. The Furies responded with a hard drive on the kickoff, cleared the Sixty players at a ruck, and headed inside their 22. Off the back of a ruck, I picked up, grabbed a teammate, and rolled a maul over the line to touch down. At first there was silence, but the fans reluctantly cheered and became more and more responsive to the Furies throughout the match. Our momentum picked up with another try by Holly Gaff before halftime and two more in the second period by Julie Lau and fullback Christina DiGiulio, who added three conversions and shut down Sixty’s speedy breakaways. It was apparent at the end of the game that the Sixty players appreciated the experience and the feeling was mutual. The crowd clapped us off and, in a most unexpected gesture, people asked for pictures and autographs, offering hugs and congratulations. Fans and players traded everything from jerseys, shirts, shorts, socks and scrum caps. The most enthusiastic fans were the young boys. I traded my scrum cap with one of them and we posed for a picture. The rest of the evening, I saw my scrum cap on the various players who took turns trying it on. The kids also collected autographs from all of our players on their new shirts. The trade was meaningful not only to those involved in the exchange, but also to our tour guide who told me how rewarding it was to see kids around town wearing the gear of teams he had brought on tour.

After showers, there were cold liters of Budweiser waiting in the clubhouse. We then sat down with the Sixty players and families to a home-cooked meal of chicken and mashed potatoes, prepared and served by the Sixty RFC men’s team. The food was delicious, my favorite meal of the tour, and we were touched that the men were so thoughtful, bringing us seconds and thirds. Presentations were made and gifts exchanged after the meal. The Furies received a small trophy, a hand-carved wooden plaque of the Sixty logo and each player got a bracelet they had made for us. Shortly thereafter, music filled the clubhouse and the dancing began. Everyone danced, including our young fans, and the dancing crowd spilled out of the clubhouse. None of us wanted the night to end. We boarded our bus noting, This is what a tour is all about.

The trip would be over soon, and back home we’d share our stories with anyone who would listen. But at that moment on the bus, full of contentment, we sang our song to the teams of Argentina who had shared so much with us. Varsity Sporting Events balanced our rugby experience with a well planned itinerary full of cultural tours during our stay and assisted players who extended their trips after the tour had ended.

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From Boulder, Colorado, to Argentina.

By Lieschen Gargano (Colorado University student class ’09 and rugby player).

4The Colorado University Women’s rugby team has been around for over twenty years now and finally after all that time we decided to go on our first international tour to Argentina. We could not have made a better decision for our players and club. It was eight days of amazing experiences, team bonding and of course, rugby. Fifteen CU players, two coaches and two close friends left for Argentina March 20th. After hours on the plane and a pit stop in Texas we finally made it in early Friday morning. We were greeted by our fabulous tour guide Auggie and taken to the hotel via coach bus, where we piled into our rooms before a beautiful welcome lunch at the hotel and our first practice in the humid climate of Argentina. We used the Centro Naval RFC fields and clubhouse and were in awe of the parrots watching us from the trees as we adjusted to our new surroundings.

We played three games on our trip against local women’s sides. The first team was GEI, a wonderful group of girls that could not have been more fun to play for our first Argentine rugby experience. Adjusting to their style of play was the most difficult part of the game. They played fast and hard and came out strong in a whole different style that we had never seen before. It took a long half of adjusting before we were able to play our game against them, but in the end we pulled it out. After our game, we all gathered and ate together at the club. We ended up trading all of the clothes we had on with members of the other team. Most of us traded shorts, socks, shirt, everything!

Our second game was against Centro Naval, their first game as part of the Centro Naval club. GEI came and watched, and we played under the lights at night with all the mosquitoes, and full sidelines. We had a great social and dinner, and got to hang out with our friends from GEI again, working on our Spanish and translating for our teammates.

Our third game was against Malen, a strong fast team with a kicking game that totally threw us off. We played them out near Mar Del Plata, the first real women’s rugby game to come to that area. There were cameras and an announcer and even a crowed come to watch us. The little boys there had us all sign a rugby ball for them to take home and remember the game.

DSC02603When we weren’t playing rugby we were having fun exploring Buenos Aires and Mar Del Plata. We went to a Boca soccer game, the local super league team, an experience I will certainly never forget and everyone at home is jealous of. The crowds were huge and never stopped jumping and singing for their team. There were banners and streamers and confetti everywhere, it was non stop fun and excitement.

Before our night game against Centro Naval we explored the other Boca, taking a boat tour around the delta and eventually stopping for some time on the beach and even a little swimming. It was a real great cultural experience because we got to see a real local place that people from Buenos Aires love to spend time, and we loved it as well. The weather was perfect, the people were so nice and we never wanted to leave.

My favorite time on the trip had to be the beach at Mar Del Plata. We didn’t have to go anywhere we just laid out on the beach, body surfed the waves and soaked up the beauty around us. We came just after their summer break when everyone went back to school so we practically had the beach to ourselves.

We were devastated to have to go home, especially after such wonderful days on the beach, and there is no doubt the experience will be with all of us for a long time to come. We are so much closer as a team, our play improved through all the quick adjustments we had to make to be successful against the argentine teams, and it all just made for an amazing experience we never could have had on a normal vacation.

See the full photo album here.

New South Wales Country U18 /// 008 South American Tour.

From Australia to the World

The Under-18 representative team from the province of New South Wales, Australia, completed a second successful tour to Spain. It was NWSC second tour to Spain, and the third overall with VARSITY SPORTING EVENTS & TEAM TRAVEL as tour organizer.

In 2008, we had the opportunity of taking this internationally renowned team to Argentina and Uruguay, where the team played rugby matches with the provincial select sides of Mar del Plata and Rosario, and the U18 national teams of Argentina and Uruguay.

Three years later, our company had the pleasure to work again with the rugby union of New South Wales Country in the organization of its the first ever rugby to Spain. Games with the select sides of the Madrid Federation, Comunidad Valenciana, Catalunya, and Aragón were included in the itinerary.

After a first successful spanish experience, the australian team decided to visit Spain with us one more time in November of 2014, visiting the cities of Madrid, Valencia, Barcelona, and Valladolid.

We look forward to a fourth tour with New South Wales Country! http://www.nswcountryrugby.com.au/

New South Wales Country U18. 2008 South American Tour.

New South Wales Country U18 /// 2008 South American Tour.

New South Wales Country U18, 2011 Spain Tour.

New South Wales Country U18 /// 2011 Spain Tour.