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Travel Blogs from San Salvador de Jujuy
... wheel again and we set off to find the salt plains. All the guide books failed to mention the breath-taking drive there as we climbed over 3000m on winding, mountainside roads to 4175m, the highest I've ever been! Putting vertigo to one side we looked down over the road up, all wondering how Top Gear had yet to visit this place, JK was like a kid ina sweet shop. Another turn in the road and we came ...
... and were going. Although she lived only an hour or two from the border, she had never been into Bolivia, had no need to. It was our first real interaction with a local, not someone affiliated with the tourist industry, not someone trying to sell us something, only interested in talking with us. It was a humbling experience for us, speaking with this lady who lived in the mountains, led such a simple life, wanted for nothing more than what she had, not even interested ...
... wiggly line on the map. And so we drove. And drove. Up and up an dup on this extremely narrow unpaved road. Or ledge. Or Bill drove. My technique from the southern circuit consolidade road of holding on to the seat with my left hand, passenger door handle with my right, and leaning uphill was not going to keep me safe on this ride. Cars HAD NO BUSINESS being on this road. We got to the top, having been yelled at by a ...
... the outside and the inside. The cathedral was packed so neither Sergio nor I managed to get a pew but no worries. Instead of the traditional organ music, hymns were played on guitars which is more enjoyable to listen to, and the female singers' voices were heavenly! Salta is very catholic so what better place to experience Easter mass.
April 25th was a sad day as my beloved PNE were relegated to League One after 11 years in the Championship... I felt ...
... a tourist info office right there and, even though we neither spoke each other's language, we got the most wonderful Spanish explanation of everything to do in Jujuy, non-stop rapid Spanish for about 10 minutes, there must be a lot to do here. Unfortunately the tourist info lady was completely confused and sent us off in the wrong direction for our hostel!
No matter, it actually added to the enjoyment. We walked across a pedestrian bridge leading to a row ...
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