We left Puerto Iguazu on a miserable rainy day (lucky we had seen the falls in beautiful sunlight the day before) and were bus-bound once again on our way to Salta in northwest Argentina. Arriving early in the morning, we walked the quiet streets to our hostel, appreciating the colonial architecture that the town has preserved with buildings dating back to the 16th century.

Salta_009Salta_005Salta_011Salta was the southernmost region of the Inca empire and we visited the Museum of High Altitude Archaelogy (MAAM) where amongst various artifacts displayed there are three children mummies that were discovered at the 6700m high site of Mount Llullaillaco.  The Incan culture was a little extreme and they sacrificed these “special children” as an offering to the gods during or after important events.  The poor things were dressed in the finest of jewels and clothing, participated in a lovely feast held in their honour before being fed alcohol and sent to the mountaintop to be sacrificed.  Due to the conditions at the top, their bodies were incredibly well preserved and it was totally creepy staring at them but also fascinating.  I was going to put in a photo of one of the mummy kids but decided that is too weird so instead here is Will with a beer called Salta from Salta:Salta_007We viewed Salta from high in the sky, taking a ride on Salta’s cable car (we will be cable car pros by the time we get home!) before continuing to look around, viewing various colourful churches throughout the town and enjoying the main square (especially the pigeon statue – I have never seen so many pigeons on a statue before)!Salta_031Salta_014Salta_020Salta_034Salta_016From Salta, we arranged two day-trips to other regions of northwest Argentina.  We took a beautiful 3-hour drive north of Salta to Quebrada de Humahuaca a narrow mountain valley identified by the incredible variations of coloured rock throughout.  The valley was used by the Inca Empire in the 15th century and is now a UNESCO World Heritage Site (I swear half of South America is though)!Salta_070Salta_073We first stopped in the town of Purmamarca, most famous for Cerro de los Siete Colores (The Hill of Seven Colors).  The contrast of colours is really incredible and you will see this hill on postcards EVERYWHERE in the region!Salta_044Salta_060Salta_067Continuing on we hugged some large cacti, chatted with some llamas and visited some restored ruins before arriving at the town of Humahuaca.  I don’t know if I am just stupid but I really didn’t think of cactus plants as being like wood but they sure are and in this region the wood is used everywhere – doors, roofs, photo frames… they love the stuff.Saltax_007Salta_095Salta_090Salta_117We walked around the town, admiring the view of the mountains and valley in the background while we chewed on some coca leaves – sold everywhere and used by everyone to combat altitude sickness and just for the hell of it I think.  Personally they don’t taste all that great but they probably do help a bit, especially for bad stomachs (quite often a side effect of the altitude) – it is very common to have coca tea. Salta_110Salta_109Salta_101Salta_115For our next day trip we were off to Cafayate, 190km from Salta city.  The drive to Cafayate was absolutely stunning and in many ways it reminded me of outback Australia but on some what of a larger scale.  We stopped at different points along the way, admiring the rock formations and different colours as the sun moved over the valleys.Salta_121Salta_147Salta_150Cafayate is a wine region and we stopped at Bodega Domingo Hermanos for a tour of their winery before a tasting.  The region is famous for Torrontes, a sweet white wine largely produced in the area due to the climate.Salta_161Salta_158Salta_159Following the winery visit, we were left with some time to look around.  We went to a local icecreamery where I had white wine and red wine flavoured ice cream while Will tasted some made from cactus.  I can’t say either of us were thrilled with our ice cream choices (should have settled for choc-mint) but it had to be tried.  Salta_162Salta_153Salta_154On the drive back we continued to stop and take in the changing scenery which really was incredible throughout.  Looking at the landscape you can really appreciate how much has changed, where water once flowed and how it shaped the surrounding Earth.  It’s hard to imagine what people may be looking at in thousands of years to come.Salta_168Salta_186Saltax_023



Sleeping on the bus ride to Buenos Aires we woke to the feeling of a wet floor below us.   When I say we woke, really Will woke in a panic that perhaps he had wet himself in his sleep!  It had been pouring down rain ever since we left Cordoba and it appeared that not even the inside of the bus had escaped the storm.  Luckily, we had picked up our belongings before they got too wet unlike the poor man next to us who we watched on arrival as he squeezed the water out of his bag.  Unfortunately, relief had struck too soon and as I retrieved my backpack from below the bus it also felt quite damp.  Continuing on to our hostel I was surprised to find the whole contents of my bag was soaking wet – welcome to Buenos Aires!

Buenos Aires_003Buenos Aires_004It was Easter Monday and the streets were quiet (although luckily I did find a laundromat to sort out my soaking clothes)! We walked along Buenos Aires’ (or as many call it B.A) newest neighbourhood Puerto Madero, the old waterfront and as it goes in many cities, now some of the most expensive real estate in B.A.  The weather was still recovering from the incredible amount of rain and we once again were victims of the worst of it when we joined an incredibly lame pub crawl on our first night.  According to their website they “take you to the best bars and hottest clubs” whereas the reality is they take you to empty excuses for pubs complete with “bar crawl hosts” that exude tacky tourist.  I guess the one advantage of that was, we went out of our way to get drunk really fast (not hard when they sell beers on tap in 1 litre plastic cups) and this also numbed the pain when it absolutely poured down rain as we waited to get into one of their “exclusive” venues.

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Will and his big cannon..

Buenos Aires_005Buenos Aires_017Buenos Aires_034Buenos Aires_050In our days to follow we participated in various walking tours, our first to Retiro and Recoleta, two of the most exclusive and wealthy neighbourhoods of BA.  We walked down Av Alvear which is full of impressive old mansions and continued to Recoleta Cemetery, home of the tombstone of Argentina’s most celebrated first lady, Eva Peron.  The cemetery is quite incredible, almost like a small neighbourhood in itself (except your neighbours never stop to say hello… sorry, really bad joke).  We walked through the grid of family crypts, containing the remains of the city’s elite before continuing on our tour and visiting the famous flower artwork which used to open and close its petals throughout the day however no longer works.  It was given to BA as a gift from an artist but when it broke down, BA claimed it never actually wanted the gift and therefore refused to fix it, which is quite a shame.

Buenos Aires_053Buenos Aires_059Buenos Aires_058Buenos Aires_194Buenos Aires_193Our next day was spent exploring the Microcentro and Congreso neighbourhoods of the city, home to business suits, skyscrapers and old European buildings.  Separating the two neighbourhoods is the ‘widest street in the world’, Av 9 de Julio which at its widest is 16 lanes!  In the middle of the street is the Obelisco, a 67m high monument standing tall amongst the hustle and bustle.

Buenos Aires_077Buenos Aires_080Buenos Aires_082Buenos Aires_087We couldn’t come to BA without experiencing a futbol (their spelling not mine) match and the best team to watch is Boca Juniors, Argentina’s, if not South America’s most celebrated futbol team.  We joined a group tour to the stadium, somewhat of a relief as the atmosphere at the stadium was tense to say the least.  Argentinians really take their futbol seriously, so much so that armed guards and barb-wired fences separate the away team from the devoted Boca supporters.  Buenos Aires_093Buenos Aires_094We watched as the stadium filled in, firstly the many Boca supporters but then followed by the entrance of the rival team – Ecuador’s confusingly named team – Barcelona.  They tried their best to make an entrance, complete with drums and chants however were incredibly outnumbered by the home supporters and their cheers dissipated amongst the home crowd.  Last but not least, Boca’s most passionate supporters entered the stadium, bringing with them their many chants and the loud beating of their cheer squad drums.  Blue and yellow flares were ignited throughout the stadium as it erupted with cheers before the arrival of the players themselves.  Luckily, Boca won the game 1-0 and after the game we safely walked the streets back to our bus.  I can only imagine what it would be like should the opposing team had won (I must say I was secretly sort of hoping for it but also sort of afraid of what may happen if they did!)Buenos Aires_097Buenos Aires_100Buenos Aires_108Another day, another walking tour, this time exploring San Telmo and La Boca.  San Telmo was originally won of the most attractive and affluent neighbourhoods in BA however in the late 19th century, following a Yellow Fever outbreak, it was deserted by the elite as they searched for higher and drier ground.  Immigrant families flooded the area with old mansions divided to house the many poor families.  Many say San Telmo was the birthplace of Tango with the various background immigrants coming together to create an emotional and original dance form.  Nowadays its cobble stone streets are filled with antique stores, remnants of its past life and incredibly fun to explore.

BA’s thinnest building

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Just a small sample of the antiques…

Buenos Aires_125Buenos Aires_120Buenos Aires_177Buenos Aires_001La Boca is a locals’ neighbourhood that was also home to many immigrants who worked in the warehouses along the river.  The main attraction is the various colourful corrugated buildings, a result of the immigrants splashing leftover paint on their dwellings in an attempt to distinguish their small properties.  We walked the most famous street – Caminito, a tourist attraction by day however one of BA’s most dangerous areas come night.  For us, one of the highlights was the “Bee Man” some old guy in a red bee suit walking the streets and saying hello to everyone.  I think he was going on about being in some movie many a year ago dressed as a bee and I also think that perhaps that also led to him becoming completely insane.

Buenos Aires_139Buenos Aires_144Buenos Aires_142Buenos Aires_155Buenos Aires_135A tour to BA would not be complete without learning some more of its long and interesting history.  Settled in 1536, it has suffered attacks by foreign countries (as well as being bombed by its own navy), control by ruthless dictators, lived under the shadow of Gestapo-like police while also being home to some of the most important writers and artists in Latin American history.  It has seen both economic booms and growths in wealth as well as complete economic crashes resulting in crippling poverty.  We walked through the streets, learning about the kidnapping of thousands of children and the rise and fall of Juan Peron.

Buenos Aires_165Buenos Aires_170Buenos Aires_171Buenos Aires_169In our last days we explored the final neighbourhoods of BA, enjoying Palermo’s cosmopolitan lifestyle and relaxing in picturesque Parque 3 de Febrero where we had the whistle blown on us for lying down on the grass.  The famous San Telmo antiques market was on Sunday and we walked the many streets full of old soda pop bottles, cameras, street signs and other antiques of early BA.

Weirdest statue in the park…

Buenos Aires_190Buenos Aires_210Buenos Aires_161Buenos Aires_220Buenos Aires is an incredible city, the perfect mix of old and new, with colonial architecture reminiscent of Paris, shopping and nightlife to envy other European cities but all mixed with its own Latin American flavour.  With so many different neighbourhoods to explore it is hard to not fall in love with some part of the city.

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