Humahuaca to Salta, 140 miles
We slept in our tent on a very small and slightly slopped bed. The reason for this is we are back in Malaria territory, but the type of malaria that even our Cloroquine drugs are resistant to...so we were extra cautious! A success, no bites all night, even though it was quite cramped and warm during the night; safety first!
I think the altitude has kept us from sleeping well for the past few weeks, and as we’ve climbed down the mountains, each night we sleep better and better. The more air, the happier our bodies are. We woke up a little later than usual. The hotel we were staying at included breakfast, so after inquiring, the owner of the hotel made quite a bit stink as she thought she had finished serving breakfast and then presented us with some oddly shaped and random slices of overly toasted bread and coffee… Hmm we thought, how could that have been a hassle? We were expecting at least some fried eggs for all the griping!
Getting out of the hotel, after having to do some tricky maneuvering to get the bike in the night before which consisted of jumping the bike up a huge step, maneuvering around the crippled guy that literally kept on wanting to help, but only go in the way in which the bike would nearly knock his poor little feet over, a macho Argentinean dude that thought his strength is all he needed to help Mike, not his brains, etc. You get the picture. Anyway, in the morning before Mr. Macho or crippled dude could see us, Mike and I got Yoshita out of the courtyard no problem. Packed her up and we were ready to head further into Argentina!
Just as we were leaving the bumpy cobblestone streets, Mike pulled over as Yoshitas entire front dash was jostling up and down as if it was about to come off. Good call, as it literally was coming off. Both bolts that hold it on were on their last thread; close call. Darn those washboard roads!
The scenery went from desert and cactus to lush and thick green mountains very quickly. As we entered the green mountains the air also began to get much warmer The road turned small and narrow as we weaved through the lush green mountains, squeaking by the giant trucks ripping around the corners. Other than the trucks the road was quite peaceful and enjoyable.
Before we knew it, we were in Salta; a beautiful town with a great big plaza surrounded by shops, sidewalk cafes and restaurants. A lot of great shopping and conveniences that we haven’t seen since we left the US. We were in awe. We found a decent hotel with parking and just about crashed in our room. I’m not sure if all the energy that the last few days took had just caught up with us or if we weren’t used to the heat, but we was exhausted. We wandered to laundry and found a giant grocery store. Yes, a grocery store, something we haven’t been into in some time... It was amazing. We wandered around big eyed grabbing everything and anything that sounded delicious. Salami, cheese, bread, yogurt, pudding, chocolate, chips, you name it, we got it. That adventure led us to our room where we gorged on delicious treats until we could barely move. It was a shame to be in such a lovely town without seeing much of it, but I have to admit I didn’t mind lying in bed surrounded by good food and doing nothing at all. We caught up on some American TV shows and enjoyed every lethargic moment of it.
That was about the extent of our night besides a little adventure around town once the food settled. You don’t realize how much you miss vegging out when you’re always on the go to the next adventure.
I think the altitude has kept us from sleeping well for the past few weeks, and as we’ve climbed down the mountains, each night we sleep better and better. The more air, the happier our bodies are. We woke up a little later than usual. The hotel we were staying at included breakfast, so after inquiring, the owner of the hotel made quite a bit stink as she thought she had finished serving breakfast and then presented us with some oddly shaped and random slices of overly toasted bread and coffee… Hmm we thought, how could that have been a hassle? We were expecting at least some fried eggs for all the griping!
Getting out of the hotel, after having to do some tricky maneuvering to get the bike in the night before which consisted of jumping the bike up a huge step, maneuvering around the crippled guy that literally kept on wanting to help, but only go in the way in which the bike would nearly knock his poor little feet over, a macho Argentinean dude that thought his strength is all he needed to help Mike, not his brains, etc. You get the picture. Anyway, in the morning before Mr. Macho or crippled dude could see us, Mike and I got Yoshita out of the courtyard no problem. Packed her up and we were ready to head further into Argentina!
Just as we were leaving the bumpy cobblestone streets, Mike pulled over as Yoshitas entire front dash was jostling up and down as if it was about to come off. Good call, as it literally was coming off. Both bolts that hold it on were on their last thread; close call. Darn those washboard roads!
The scenery went from desert and cactus to lush and thick green mountains very quickly. As we entered the green mountains the air also began to get much warmer The road turned small and narrow as we weaved through the lush green mountains, squeaking by the giant trucks ripping around the corners. Other than the trucks the road was quite peaceful and enjoyable.
Before we knew it, we were in Salta; a beautiful town with a great big plaza surrounded by shops, sidewalk cafes and restaurants. A lot of great shopping and conveniences that we haven’t seen since we left the US. We were in awe. We found a decent hotel with parking and just about crashed in our room. I’m not sure if all the energy that the last few days took had just caught up with us or if we weren’t used to the heat, but we was exhausted. We wandered to laundry and found a giant grocery store. Yes, a grocery store, something we haven’t been into in some time... It was amazing. We wandered around big eyed grabbing everything and anything that sounded delicious. Salami, cheese, bread, yogurt, pudding, chocolate, chips, you name it, we got it. That adventure led us to our room where we gorged on delicious treats until we could barely move. It was a shame to be in such a lovely town without seeing much of it, but I have to admit I didn’t mind lying in bed surrounded by good food and doing nothing at all. We caught up on some American TV shows and enjoyed every lethargic moment of it.
That was about the extent of our night besides a little adventure around town once the food settled. You don’t realize how much you miss vegging out when you’re always on the go to the next adventure.
Eek! Those bolts are barely hanging on!
Dario loves Sonia
All fixed and ready to roll
Nice little road...until the trucks turn the corner
We love cheese
A feast! We're in heaven...
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