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Travel Blogs from Salta
Hibernatus
... c'est réglé. Ce "marché bleu" comme ils l'appellent, n'est pas sans risque, mais un ami nous a expliqué qu'il avait reçu des faux billets même dans un distributeur automatique! En fait, les gens sont littéralement assoiffés de devises et donneraient beaucoup pour en avoir. Ils n'ont pas confiance en leur monnaie, et préfèrent économiser en dollars. Et Cristina, la présidente, a restreint l'accès aux devises étrangères pour "protéger" sa monnaie. Autres détails monétaires: ...
Day 10 - Salta
... car through San Antonio de las Cobres, Salinas Grandes, Purmamarca, Tilcara, Humahuaca and Iruya. After haggling with the travel agent for a bit we decided to shop around for a better price because Salta seemed to have plenty of such agencies. Luckily the next agency we found gave us a price that we were happy with so we decided to. confirm our departure for Friday. Since we were comfortable with the lady we decided to book our day at ...
Red Rock Country
... us up along with a heap of other tourists. The age range of this tour group was probably the most varied of any we have done yet with us being the youngest and a few of the others about 60/70. Once again the road to Cafayate brought many different and amazing views, each changing as quick as we could look at them.
Our first proper stop was at the devils throat, which is a passage that enters into a rock face where we were able to get some ...
Local Services
... to be friendly than if we walk into the A&E dept and declare that it’s an emergency that we get on holiday in Bolivia as soon as possible, so could they give her a priority jab. This place looks a lot more sterile but also only gives jabs Tues and Thurs. They don’t even seem to notice that that Anna’s not under 10.
The evening was taken up by a torturous night out with Seba, the guy who had ...
Super Mario
... of great Argentine wine that night in a dimly lit bohemian restaurant in a dirt town of a few thousand folk. We could have been in the Lower East Side, Clerkenwell or Paddington. Only the stray polkadot dogs, dusty dirt road and indigenous inca waitress with plated pigtail hair told us otherwise.
The next morning we awoke with altitude hangovers and red wine lips. Rob sprinted the Chrysler through canyon lanscape en route to ...