Wilson Apart Hotel Salta

... office armed with parcels only to find out that the post office for international parcels was miles away and closed an hour ago.  The only service they offered was for their version of DHL which would cost us three times the value of the items in the package.   We left looking like a disgruntled Mr Bean carrying our parcels. 

We find out later that no-one in Argentina likes to use Aduana, their parcel service.  To send a parcel you will require your passport which is ...

... d eaten there wasn`t much time until I had to leave so I just read my book for half an hour before my taxi arrived; the nice girl at reception called it for me. The taxi driver was very chatty and we had a bit of a conversation, in which he bemoaned the fortunes of his football team and told me to be careful of being ripped off in Buenos Aires with taxi fares. Duly noted.

The bus left at 3pm. I had bought two tickets due to the cama section not being available ...

... two bottles of wine ready for our night on the town. As we sat in the kitchen, one of our friends from La Paz walked in - coincidence! and then at the hostel bar, we bumped in to two girls that we met in Ica, Peru! Madness! So we enjoyed several drinks in the bar during happy hour (11-12pm everthing so much later in Argey!) and then after a skinful we went to Bacarce - the street with all the bars on it. Sadly it was Wednesday night so it wasnt very ...

... on our behalf that we would be better in the future. (at this point I was extremely willing to make the situation work even if it did involve grovelling and begging for forgiveness. This family had been good to Tom and I and I was genuinely upset that it wasn't working)



Meeting 2: Begging for our jobs at Codesa - As I went into that meeting I didn't want that job. Codesa were being completely unreasonable and throughout the entire process refused ...

... of those who will come. To think of the danger, to think of the fun, to think of the end game, to think about my life, to think about others, to talk to others, to tell them about yourself, to listen to their story, to talk about the world, to talk about how we talk, to not watch T.V. To be. To see. To move. It feels good. Today was a day which does not come along often, even when travelling far and wide. It was a day which defines who you are and how you hold ...

... in Chile. Not cheap, by any standards, a journey that would take about 10 hours cost the equivalent of 40 quid each!!! As we were enjoying having our car, we rang up the rental company to see if we could have the car for another day, after initially lying to us and trying to rip us off, he let us have the car for another day, and sent his friendly assistant round to the hostel to check the milage, and off we went. We headed to the south, where there ...

... are the weekdays where I work and then the weekends where I try to see people, places and enjoy the city.



The school I've been placed in here, the Colegio CoDeSa, has a reputation in Salta as being Liberal, the polar opposite of its neighbouring schools which preach strict discipline and science based learning. Taking children from age 3 in the kindergarten up to 18 the school covers a broad range whilst still remaining small and intimate. CoDeSa has a strong philosophy ...

... Its taken us 26 hours on this truck to reach Salta. a very sleepless night with very liitle toilet breaks along the way. Ipod music has kept us going. Most days we travel around 6 hours on the truck but this was the big one. Thank god we have all survived. I feel the group knows everything about each other now. We have 3 days camping in Salta.

... We also got to observe some pretty dodgy money changing stuff going on in the cloisters of one of the buildings, saw a young guy buy six American dollars (that's right, six) and the whole transaction was very dramatic, lots of toing and froing and looking over shoulders, taking about 10 minutes in all. For six dollars. At one corner of the square stood the old town hall, all whitewashed and cloistered in its colonial style, and the area ...

... barman turned out to be a really nice fella. Had a drink with him and he showed me the place to go. It took a while to fill up but before long i was in the middle of an argentinian group who had come to watch there dutch friend play. I had to buy a cd. We all made our way from there to another club i think we were the only ones there good thing it was tiny. A good night all round. On to La Quinca Paddy