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- Continental Breakfast
- Room service
- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
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Like a child, Latin America was to be seen and not heard. - Seymour Hersh
The widespread abuse of prisoners is a virtually foolproof indication that politicians are trying to impose a system - whether political, religious or economic - that is rejected by large numbers of the people they are ruling. Just as ecologists define ecosystems by the presence of certain "indicator species" of plants and birds, torture is an indicator species of a regime ...
Day 32. Thursday January 1st. Purmamarca to Jujuy. After the bleeding of her dog bite yesterday, Nadine decided to begin the new year with a rabies injection and a clean dressing at the health centre. We checked out of the hotel and headed to the bus station to catch a bus to Jujuy and then on to Mendoza. Except, of course, there were no buses running. Our only choice ...
... and their victims as well as a range of criminal weapons which although often crude would obviously have been effective. We then walked a few blocks towards the old railway station but the artisan markets weren't yet open so we then walked back towards the old theatre which is the oldest in the country but its exterior was not very impressive. Having been fairly underwhelmed by the towns tourist highlights we made our way back to the beautiful air conditioned food court for our evening ...
... their front legs tied together hobbled across the road - pretty sad. We then reached the Salinas Grandes for our first taste of salt flats before we go to the big bad boys in Bolivia. Ash enjoyed the drive back down (it was 40km downhill on hairpin bends) acting like a racing driver, before we stopped in Purmamarca again for some quick street food for dinner. After another night in our lovely hostel, there was no sign of the owner or breakfast - he probably got wasted at carnival ...
The best bit of Salta was the road out, a cliché I know but in this case so very true. Having had a tantrum behind the wheel, once we had worked our way out of the city's centre, stopped at a supermarket to buy breakfast and got under way once more, I was in much better spirits. It didn’t take long for things to improve even further, the city didn’t sprawl out very far and within just a short time we were out into the country again with barely another car in sight, ...