Jillian and I made our way down to Salta, the largest city in the Jujuy
providence. The city was indeed large but Jill and I arrived on a
Sunday and walked to the center. It was a ghost town. All the storeswere closed and most streets didn´t have a car or person in sight. Itwas rather odd. Anyway, because everything was closed we checked out a
few churches and the center. We then decided to hike the mounatinwhich overlooked the city. It is essentally a large park which as a
gondala that goes to the top. ( $4 american per person so out ofour price range). The hike was nice and the view was better but thebest part was we made the most of our saved money, burned calories and made up for it later. Jillian did it up big. All you can eat buffet. YEA. It was a nicerplace in the center and Jill and I really classed up the place. Due to
the cold weather we are constantly wearing the only warm clothes we
have which consist of mulitiple layers. They are our hiking, busing,sleeping, and apparently going out to nice dinner clothes. So we went to a nicedinner looking homeless, snuck in boxed wine, stole the bread, and ate
like it was the last meal we ever had. It was the first nice meal we
treated ourselves to but it was also a cultural experience because wegot to try all the different Argentine foods (at least that what wetold ourselves). The next morning we were up bright and early and on ourway to Cafayate. The bus had amazing views the entire way and Ihad the lucky seat of sitting next to the sick little boy who showed me
what he ate for breakfast an hour earlier.
Cafayate was my personal favorite stop in Argentina. Jill and I walkedthe city 3 times looking for the cheapest hostel. We couldn´t really find
one so we settled. The town is a large wine producing town in
Argentina and many tourists come to try Argentina´s famous whitewine. (can´t remember the name right now). Jill and I dropped our travelpacks and head down a road 6 km to start a hike. We got to the Rio Coloradoand followed it upstream hopping from side to side and scaling walls toget to the beautiful 10 meter waterfall. The river cut a caynon in thedesert mountain and fed the many cacti and shrubs in the valley.The hike was challenging but it was a truly a rewarding trip and Jilland I didn´t hesitate to reward ourselfs. We stopped at a winery on the 6km walkback down the road and tasted both the red and white. We enjoyed them both so webought them both ($12 American total and this waived our tasting fees). The white was exceptionally good and lasted about 10
minutes from when the cork was off and the cheese and crackers wereout. The red we saved for dinner.
Dinner was in a market in the cheapest place in town, at a picnic table, and Jill and I opened the red. Classy. I enjoyed the mystery food, the wine and the company and
before I knew it was in the middle of a game of tops with the local
children. I lost terribly and am still embaressed by my lack of topskills.
providence. The city was indeed large but Jill and I arrived on a
Sunday and walked to the center. It was a ghost town. All the storeswere closed and most streets didn´t have a car or person in sight. Itwas rather odd. Anyway, because everything was closed we checked out a
few churches and the center. We then decided to hike the mounatinwhich overlooked the city. It is essentally a large park which as a
gondala that goes to the top. ( $4 american per person so out ofour price range). The hike was nice and the view was better but thebest part was we made the most of our saved money, burned calories and made up for it later. Jillian did it up big. All you can eat buffet. YEA. It was a nicerplace in the center and Jill and I really classed up the place. Due to
the cold weather we are constantly wearing the only warm clothes we
have which consist of mulitiple layers. They are our hiking, busing,sleeping, and apparently going out to nice dinner clothes. So we went to a nicedinner looking homeless, snuck in boxed wine, stole the bread, and ate
like it was the last meal we ever had. It was the first nice meal we
treated ourselves to but it was also a cultural experience because wegot to try all the different Argentine foods (at least that what wetold ourselves). The next morning we were up bright and early and on ourway to Cafayate. The bus had amazing views the entire way and Ihad the lucky seat of sitting next to the sick little boy who showed me
what he ate for breakfast an hour earlier.
Cafayate was my personal favorite stop in Argentina. Jill and I walkedthe city 3 times looking for the cheapest hostel. We couldn´t really find
one so we settled. The town is a large wine producing town in
Argentina and many tourists come to try Argentina´s famous whitewine. (can´t remember the name right now). Jill and I dropped our travelpacks and head down a road 6 km to start a hike. We got to the Rio Coloradoand followed it upstream hopping from side to side and scaling walls toget to the beautiful 10 meter waterfall. The river cut a caynon in thedesert mountain and fed the many cacti and shrubs in the valley.The hike was challenging but it was a truly a rewarding trip and Jilland I didn´t hesitate to reward ourselfs. We stopped at a winery on the 6km walkback down the road and tasted both the red and white. We enjoyed them both so webought them both ($12 American total and this waived our tasting fees). The white was exceptionally good and lasted about 10
minutes from when the cork was off and the cheese and crackers wereout. The red we saved for dinner.
Dinner was in a market in the cheapest place in town, at a picnic table, and Jill and I opened the red. Classy. I enjoyed the mystery food, the wine and the company and
before I knew it was in the middle of a game of tops with the local
children. I lost terribly and am still embaressed by my lack of topskills.
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