Posada Del Sol Salta

... and finally finishing at a reservoir. Here and there Argentinians were out enjoying Sunday afternoon with barbies smokin!
Arrived at Salta, the housing here was noticeably better, all the streets were paved.
Found the youth hostel, though I am not quite sure where I fit in that, must be my youthful good looks!
Went out for a meal in the main square and had probably the biggest and best steak I have ever eaten. Heaven!

... odd juxtaposition of share price flow charts and a site dedicated to comical road signs (yeah I stood behind him to see what he was obsessing about). Outside we all cracked up as to our collective amusement, sure enough, our newly-acquired pet dog was sat waiting for us. The four of us then headed back toward the centre. Once at the plaza, our dog had suddenly vanished, and we decided to treat ourselves and go to what my RG describes as "the best restaurant in Salta ...

... scared when he seemed to follow us, but we planned a defence strategy (which first step was to turn around and take another way home) and nothing happened.

On Thursday we went on a daytrip furhter north. We saw heaps of cute little villages and museums, memorials, fortresses, winaries and handicraft markets. Pucará, Purmamarca, Tilcara and the nicest one: Humahuaca. There we had a guided city tour. Saw a church (of course, like in all the other places) but this one was a bit ...

Hi everyone!

Sorry for the lack of writing in ages on my part. We´re writing for a website (www.hosteltrail.com if you want a look), and its using up lots of internet time. Hope you´re all well and enjoying the summer.
I shall pick up where Kate left off with Mendoza which ...

... only opens wed to sat. And I leave on weds. Oh well. Did the sights today.Went to the museum of contemparary art, which was ****.Loads of chickens made out of pots and pans. Went to the Andes Museum, whic was quite good.They had some mummies on display.They were inca children that were drugged withalcohol and then burried in the mountains as part of a ceremony of some sort. They were perfectly preserved ...

... development of my relationship with Mary AND my career pursuits. The devil's advocate in my dad proposed the scenario where I am loving my work in Africa, but things fall apart with Mary. Such an outcome would be completely unacceptable. As I lay on a bench for hours in Plaza 9 de Julio contemplating my options, my love of education and excitement at entering the profession, I came to the realization that I would likely not join the ...

... the final one, just before the mountain pass. Here we were pulled over, Pete was asked to get out of the car and they inspected his paper UK driving licence. A broken Spanglish conversation occurred whereby the copper informed us that it was illegal for Pete to drive the car with his licence and that he actually required an International licence. Now, if this is true, why did Hertz let us hire the car? We were then asked for our passports. I ...

... dieser Ort fast an Oruro heran. Aber vielleicht teilen wir einfach unser Schicksal als unfreiwillig Gestrandete mit so vielen anderen. Letztlich finden wir doch noch ein kleines Hostel, und als ob wir noch zusaetzliche Ueberredung brauchen, pfeift ploetzlich ein extremer Wind durch die Strassen der Stadt. Wir verkriechen uns lieber schnell und beschliessen, am naechsten Morgen frueh weiterzufahren, um Zeit aufzuholen. Gesagt, getan. Wir stehen um 5 Uhr auf, tosten uns im ...

... All we could really tell about it is how badly the water smelt... The centre of the city is lovely, with a great plaza that somehow manages to out-French the French. It's hard at night, when sipping a beer outside one of the cafes on the main square to think you're not in Paris. We took a trip into the Modern Art museum which wasn't too exciting although Matt enlisted Kat's help to create his own piece of Modern Art that he hopes to reveal before the ...