8. Jan, 2017

08.01.17 Humahuaca, Argentina to Coronel Moldes, Argentina

After a breakfast of bread and cake for Paul, crackers and Dulce de leche for me (yum, this is really just condensed milk turned into caramel, and they have it everywhere in Argentina), we set off.


The difference in Argentina is absolutely astounding.  Gone are the tumbledown buildings of Bolivia, the indigenous ladies in their traditional clothes.  There are still plenty of indigenous peoples, but a large collection of European looking tall people as well.  The accent used when speaking their Spanish appears to have a Portuguese hard sound to it.


The road towards Salta took us through many mountains, once again showing an array of colours from red to brown to the brightest green.


The nearer to the city of Salta we got, the more busy the roads became, but the road network was mainly efficient and smooth running with not too many of the silly manoeuvres we’ve been seeing for months. The weather also improved, in fact, ridiculously after our 3 degrees celsius two days ago, we were now riding in 34 degrees celsius!


Along the roadsides there were groups of various sizes, who all seemed to be enjoying the weather and sharing a BBQ (or Asado as it is called here). The Asado is a tradition of Argentina, and Argentine beef is famous world wide. We cannot wait to try it.  Each Asado group were around a table lined with red flags, and looked like they were having the time of their lives. The smells were delicious.


Riding along here in the splendour, which has taken us by surprise we were both struck how like Spain the buildings and the whole feel of the place is.  Spain, perhaps with with a backdrop of Utah in the United States.  We feel at home already, and are looking forward to seeing what the rest of the country is like.

For now, we are in a Posada Viejo (old guest house) at the side of the busy main road, but we may as well be in paradise. We sit facing into the courtyard, full of trees and plants, with birds singing their heads off and just the faint hum of traffic.  Just the type of place we want to be.