Ohasis Spa San Salvador de Jujuy

... to Potosi as we speak... <br><br>4 hours later we pull into San Salvador de Jujuy. The girls decide they are going to complain and try to get an earlier bus. I had read an AWESOME quote just the night before at dinner...so appropriate I took the time to write it down....<br><br>"An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered. An inconvenience is only an adventure wrongly considered." <br><br>So, I'm content to ...

... very mountainious but treeless, probably to do with the high altitude we are at. Not long after hitting the road, the bus was stopped at a police checkpoint, where we, like all the other passengers had to dismount, and queue for our luggage and travel doucments examined by the police. We figured that our bus was stopped because it was a Bolivian bus company, and all the passengers were Bolivian. I guess the Argentine authorities are worried about smuggling, probably drugs. Though ...

... ended in disaster and the necessity for a crash cart. The air really was thin, and we had gone far far above the clouds into breathtaking landscape. Passing locals dressed in traditional clothing, we saw the local wildlife, huge cattle, wild donkies (wild?), alpacas and llamas, and did our best to round them up into sociable picture taking poses. They were without exception less than co-operative. They were also united in being able to run ...

... poked it with a stick. It reared up and so did we and then it flew off into the bushes. We have no picture of it because we thought it was dead. When we got back to the site our pasta packet was all over the place but our pasta was nowhere to be seen. Our only carbohydrate for the next two days. We suspected monkeys, but when sat down to eat our no carbohydrates and figure what we were going to do those tarty birds started getting fresh ...

... dieses Ausflugs verlief eher harzig, wir warteten sicher eine Studen an einer Strassenkreuzung bis dann endlich der richtige Bus kam. Dann folgte etwa eine Stunde Fahrt im Stehen. Angekommen in Termas de Reyes fanden wir nicht ganz das vor, wie wir uns es vorgestellt hatten. Wir hatten die Wahl zwischen "Thermal-Badewannen" im Hotel und der oeffentlichen "Badi" mit einem Pool mit heissem Thermalwasser. Es kostete uns ...

... nog een kleine ´boutique´ bodega bezocht, Carinae. De bodega is een aantal jaar geleden door een Frans stel gekocht, nadat het jaren verlaten was geweest, en ookal hadden ze in het begin amper verstand van wijn maken hebben een aantal van hun soorten nu al prijzen gewonnen. Hoe dan ook, de sfeer was geweldig en de wijn smaakte goed. Ik vind het super gaaf dat naarmate ik meer wijnen proef, ik ook echt de smaken leer onderscheiden en ook meer leer waarderen. Voor slechts 2 ...

... cheap (the most expensive bottle I could find was 15 bucks, but that's a lot for Bolivians). Since the weather wasn't too nice and there wasn't anything to do except visit the wineries, we hopped on another bus to the border. By the way the Bermejo/Aguas Blancas border crossing is a total joke and kind of a mess. We found ourselves at last in Jujuy, Argentina. I had the worst Argentinian steak ...

... It was a bit cold, especially at one end of the pool, but there would be like underwater waves of really hot water as well. Anyway, it was nice. We stopped at a few places along the way home to take pictures and got back around lunchtime. The main thing for Thursday was doing a tour of the Valle de la Luna. Valle de la Luna is a beautiful area near San Pedro that looks like a moonscape in many places. A small group of us left at 4pm and first ...

... a lot better and the country is (I´ve been told) getting back on it´s feet and the prices will rise more and more to reflect this. It´s a great bargain at the moment. Off to Iguazu tomorrow and this will be a long 3-bus journey through Argentina, but the buses are supposed to be the best in south america and I´m eager to find out what it is like to go my first CAMA (where the seats go back to 180-degrees flat and becomes bed-like) class seat.

... muy buena y de a ratos se cortaba :( (El plan maestro). Ya entrada la noche noche, cenamos muy pero muy rico. Mientras hablabamos de las cosas de la vida, una muchacha cantaba desaforada música regional acompañada de guitarras y bombos. También ofrecieron un show de zapateo pero no le dimos ni bola. Pasada las 12 de la noche, el noni noni pintaba y el vino se hacia sentir. Fue ahí que tomamos el ascensor que nos llevó derecho a la cucha para DORMIR!