And to the final leg...(for Flic in any event)
Hey hey from the lovely Salta, Argentina!!!
We finally made it here from San Pedro de Atacama (nothing worthwhile writing about from the dust bowl of northern Chile - I can fill you all in, in about 30 seconds when I get home - not impressed, let me tell you). It was an eventful trip, with the bus losing its compressor (we assume brakes) as we drove down a mountain, and rather than do the twists and turns at full speed (yikes!!!), the driver sent for help and we had to wait for about 6 hours for another one to pick us up. We were supposed to arrive into Salta at about 10pm Friday, and ended up getting in at about 4.30am Saturday, to which quite a few of us sat at the bus station until about 7.00am, when we went to find a hostal. We are now staying in a hostel run by two ladies who appear to be about 150, and absolutely no idea what Craig and I are saying in Spanish - must be an ancient dialect of Espanol that they are conversing in... ho hum.
I just love this city. It is incredibly beautiful, and if Craig decides to leave me at the convent (don´t worry PC and Kae, I still have my key), it won´t be so bad to take (if one has to be left somewhere...). It is surrounded by mountains, has lovely green vegetation (although Craig assures me it was much more dry the last time he was here), beautiful colonial type streets, markets, parks, ah... I am falling in love with Argentina a little more each day.
The first day we were here we pottered around the place, had breakfast, went through the markets, had a siesta (got to love napping in the afternoon), had dinner (steak, steak and more steak), and then crashed for the night (very tired after not sleeping much the night before). Yesterday we walked up the mountain overlooking the village (1070 steps thank you very much), caught the cable car down, and then wandered through the markets. We found this little street stall that sold spicy sausages on bread with salsa, tomato and lettuce - yum. I also brought some stripy pants (all the rage in the backpacker scene) to wear today (see below), before we headed back for a siesta (yay!!! - Alf, can you get Aunty Clare to legislate this in the Territory???), and then went to find a cheap eat for dinner.
I am sure there is more to discover in this wonderful part of the world, but I will leave that to the next blog...
We finally made it here from San Pedro de Atacama (nothing worthwhile writing about from the dust bowl of northern Chile - I can fill you all in, in about 30 seconds when I get home - not impressed, let me tell you). It was an eventful trip, with the bus losing its compressor (we assume brakes) as we drove down a mountain, and rather than do the twists and turns at full speed (yikes!!!), the driver sent for help and we had to wait for about 6 hours for another one to pick us up. We were supposed to arrive into Salta at about 10pm Friday, and ended up getting in at about 4.30am Saturday, to which quite a few of us sat at the bus station until about 7.00am, when we went to find a hostal. We are now staying in a hostel run by two ladies who appear to be about 150, and absolutely no idea what Craig and I are saying in Spanish - must be an ancient dialect of Espanol that they are conversing in... ho hum.
I just love this city. It is incredibly beautiful, and if Craig decides to leave me at the convent (don´t worry PC and Kae, I still have my key), it won´t be so bad to take (if one has to be left somewhere...). It is surrounded by mountains, has lovely green vegetation (although Craig assures me it was much more dry the last time he was here), beautiful colonial type streets, markets, parks, ah... I am falling in love with Argentina a little more each day.
The first day we were here we pottered around the place, had breakfast, went through the markets, had a siesta (got to love napping in the afternoon), had dinner (steak, steak and more steak), and then crashed for the night (very tired after not sleeping much the night before). Yesterday we walked up the mountain overlooking the village (1070 steps thank you very much), caught the cable car down, and then wandered through the markets. We found this little street stall that sold spicy sausages on bread with salsa, tomato and lettuce - yum. I also brought some stripy pants (all the rage in the backpacker scene) to wear today (see below), before we headed back for a siesta (yay!!! - Alf, can you get Aunty Clare to legislate this in the Territory???), and then went to find a cheap eat for dinner.
I am sure there is more to discover in this wonderful part of the world, but I will leave that to the next blog...
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