Here I am sitting on a bus in the new place unknown. I look at the landscape, next to me is Diego and he does the same. No they are not returned to Australia after the deep cold south Argentine I reached Diego Mendoza, warm, and not content of several hours on the bus, I started with him a new long journey north. We stop first in San Augustin fertile valley in the middle of another desert for the night and take a tour the next day, just got off the train we saw the classic man who picks up the Hostelling International backpacker, I personally hate this chain But since it was late at night and we were both tired free the inscription on the sign Transfer t handheld dall'omino makes me give in and choose quell'ostello, free transportation turned out to be the man who accompanied us walk to the hostel. The day dopa and Valle de la Luna Valle Fertil, who called her fertile probably never seen a prairie in his life, the landscape draws very Monument Valley USA: dry without a drop of water, the only form of life are the Condor flying over the head of the tourists.
Gothic Cathedral in Valle Fertil |
with Diego and the new traveling companions to go direct to Salta, and then wait another five hours of the morning until four in the other bus, invariably comes with an hour long delay our expectation, and hunger, There is an ATM that does not work and we spent all of our pennies for the last bus ticket, I unable to solve a pepsi someone with more money also promoted a box of alfajores that ends up being dinner for everyone.
Arrival in Salta and the password is REST.
spent four nights in Salta, dedicating myself to the pool of the hostel, to the bustling nightlife of the town and celebrate my birthday in late because Diego when he learned that I had spent the birthday bus and two other backpackers we travel with me the surprise birthday with cake.
One evening two dogs back to the hostel for some reason unknown to me and pointed me barking chased, never run so fast in my life, I'm not sure how much I have two hounds chased the damned before I could get into a car because every day that passes I remember going to some ten meters longer than a day before.
In Salta I have not abandoned my kind of traveler, I have gone for a ride around in a desert of salt, visited the town of puntamarca that has just been elected by the UNESCO World Heritage Site, all through a beautiful valley alongside the car of a train ride on the world's highest.
Rivola giants |
So now enforced rest in Cordoba ...
Now I would like to find some other stupid to write because once published the post I have to do the washing machine ...
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