Salta was the first stop in this vast country. It is more European and would be a great alternative holiday for anyone looking for a good introduction to South America. It is well renowned for a train ride called "Train to the Clouds" where you go on a train ride for 6 hours and see great mountain views at high altitude. When we found out it didn't stop anywhere and it was basically a journey across a big viaduct, we decided not to go as we had already seen mountains at altitude and been on a train before. Pete is also an expert on the viaduct at Stockport too. instead, we did a few hours of horse riding and Pete ended up on the back of a horse we affectionately named 'crazy horse' who could have been desert orchid's long lost brother. We now have a certain sympathy for John Wayne after 5 hours of riding.
Next day, we waddled through a day trip to Cafayate, a sleepy town in the south of Salta, in the wine growing region. We drove through the really impressive Cafayate gorge where there were several small canyons called "devils throat" and the "auditorium" because of the great acoustics. We were even more impressed when a lady from our minibus got off and started singing Ave Maria in the auditorium. It turns out she was a singer in a choir and had performed all over Argentina! That was value for money (well it was free).
At the vineyard, the wine was flowing and we got to see a Llama spit on a tourist arm for getting too close when trying to take pictures. It was a great place for traditional gifts and we had a nice relaxing day there and the wine helped us sleep through the minibus journey back.
As is is sacrilege to go to Argentina and not see a Tango show, we were talked into a cheaper version by an American guy in our dorm. We got there and there was a 10 piece squeeze box (is it a harmonium??) band on the stage, and then the lead singer appeared with a bike helmet on and a microphone in his hand. The singing wasn't as muffled as you might think, but the performance got more weird by the minute. We knew we had been sold a duff ticket when he finally came out with a multi-coloured umbrella in his hand and began shout/singing (you know when you've not been Tango'd). No dancers were to be seen (not even on the dance floor), so the next night we paid the proper amount and went to see an actual Tango show.
The show was spectacular and Pete says he may even watch strictly when he gets back. The wine was really overpriced, so we felt pretty chuffed with the fact we'd already had a bottle before going in. The show lasted 2 hours and was well worth the cost.
Sadly the weather didn't get any better and we only had 3 nights there. When you factor in Urvy's shopping time, it was then time to leave. So we boarded yet another 24 hr overnight bus to Iguazu falls on the border of Brazil and Argentina.
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| A bed for the night! |
Urvy and Pete
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