Salta: The Last Argentinean Hurrah

After so many days and nights spent on Argentine buses, we were ready for some time to decompress, set up our nic nacs, and have a shower. Salta, on route to Peru, became the lucky recipient of our presence. This would be our last stop in Argentina and we wanted to wish the country we have come to know so well a proper goodbye.

But since it was Easter, and apparently a time of fully-booked hostels and inflated prices, we booked our accomodations well in advance. Upon arrival at our hostel, however, our reservation had somehow been misplaced and our prospective beds were occupied by others (probably the South Africans we met in the lobby). Having paid a 10% deposit on HostelWorld and knowing that the entire city was probably fully-booked, we used our charm and broken Spanish to request a space in the garden. Our ¨carpa¨ (tent) saved us from a night on the street with the dogs or another painfully long bus-ride out of the city.

Wandering around the city, you can see the closeness to Bolivia in people´s faces. Darker complexions and indigenous features are commonplace, where in Patagonia you could see the Welsh (redhead) influence everywhere. It made us excited for the next leg of our journey and gave us some perspective on the vast differences of people and landscapes in beautiful Argentina.

Home Sweet Home - Finding our place in a Salteno garden

Cathedral Basilica de Salta - where we saw the end of Easter mass

Strengthening our Catholic bone at Easter mass

Crusing the Sunday Artisan fair for some lucky people back home

Our Easter celebration beer with liverwurst and fresh bread complete with pink Easter-themed walls

A stay in Argentina is not complete without a hike. We climbed 1070 of these steps to the Salta mirador. It was hot.

This artificial waterfall has nothing on Iguazu Falls

On top of San Bernando Hill (the Salta mirador). We knew we could have taken the gondola up, but it would have cost us $10 and a whole lot less satisfaction