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- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Room service
- Wheelchair accessibility
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10am bus back to Salta which of course left late but we had great front row
seats that gave us the stunning views of the Quebrada de Cafayate. It was good
to pass all the sites that we had toured the day before but to see them from
the buses higher view point. The bus was actually early in Salta probably
because it was the middle of the day so there were not as many side of the road
pickups. From the bus terminal we got a taxi ...
... sound pretty similar. How different can they really be? Well we didn't really understand the Spanish only menu or what the waiter's answer was when we asked 'Que es?' ('What it is?') It's always good to know questions in Spanish but more useful to be able to understand the answer! But we ordered it anyway and turns out it is the off-cuts of various animals cooked on the parilla. Let's just say it was an interesting experience we don't need to have again!
... Altitude Archaeology. The museum is home to child mummies that were discovered in the surrounding mountains. The children were believed to have been sacrificed in Inkan times. It was amazing to see how well the bodies had been preserved. We then decided to head up San Bernado Hill to take in the views of the city where we enjoyed the late afternoon sun and a drink. Later that evening we went to the movies with a couple of guys from our hostel. Our final day in Salta ...
... in hopes of catching another bus that will take them. However, they cannot book tickets until they reach Bolivia, so they donīt know schedules, travel time or cost. And that is how it goes. Anyway, Cynthia also writes a blog. I am stealing it. I have written notes in parenthesis and italics. She is from France. English is her second or third language. (How do you order languages?) so there will ...
... is flung over the saddle, and off they go. For a seventy-three year old, mounting up was a very different matter. Yes, I tried to put my foot in the stirrup, but either the stirrup was too high or I was too low. The gaucho who was helping me smiled and indicated I should wait right there. He went off for a moment, but came back quickly with a stepladder. I climbed the three steps and found my food went into the stirrup easily. Now the problem was to get ...