Category Archives: South America
Quebrada Humahuaca (Tilcara, Purmamarca, Humahuaca)
We made it to Tilcara in the late afternoon. It was dark by the time we got off the bus. We saw a hostal just across the street from the bus terminal and thought we would inquire about the price. It was cheap but it was also rather ugly and uninviting. We thought we would ask around before we make our decision. On the way to the center we came across a nice looking hostel but it was unfortunately fully booked. The lady however pointed us to the local tourist office. We made our way there and asked about accommodation. I was very surprised when the hostel prices they gave us were ridiculously high. We asked what would be a cheaper option and they pointed us to some family run accommodations. Mario went looking for one and I stayed at the office with the bags. He came back after a while saying he had found one and we went to leave our bags. When I saw it I thought it was rather adventurous to say the least. The room had a comfortable double bed and the walls were painted in wine red which created a warm, inviting atmosphere. Apart from that though the floor was bare concrete covered in dust and there was no brick wall above the door, instead there was a light ‘wall’ made of bamboo sticks. We wondered whether it would be warm enough at night but eventually our worries were all in vain. We slept just fine. The bathroom though was another story. To quote Mario ‘You feel dirtier after you have been to the bathroom!’. Couldn’t agree more. We didn’t shower that day.
We got up and headed to the bus terminal. We caught a bus that was to take us a nearby town famous for its colorful mountain (Montaña de los Siete Colores). The ride only took about 20mins and we were in Purmamarca in no time. We started by exploring the handcrafts market arranged around the central plaza. So much color and shape, so much tradition and custom. Lovely! I like a few things but decided to hold off the buying until we got to Bolivia since the same stuff would be much cheaper there.
Valles Calchaquíes (Cafayate, Angastaco, Molinos, Seclantas, Cachi)
We got off at the central plaza in Cafayate and the first thing we noticed was ho pretty it was. Next thing we got approached by touts offering accommodation and one of them caught our attention. It was ridiculously cheap and it sounded alright. We went to the tourist office looking at the accommodation prices as well as getting some info about local activities. As we couldn’t find a cheaper option we headed to the place they had offered us earlier.
On the next day we visited yet another winery and a goat cheese production farm. We had a late lunch, played some backgammon and walked to another winery for the walk’s sake. The rest of that day is rather blurry. I just remember having dinner that night and going to bed.
This was the day of our trip to the local quebrada. It didn’t start until 2.30pm so we had a relaxed lunch and a stroll in town before we left. It was fun. We enjoyed walking between the colorful, funky rock formations and enjoyed some marvelous panoramic views. The stop before the last one was a natural amphitheater with 85% acoustic. We enjoyed a wonderful traditional flute/guitar performance and even bought the CD that we forgot in a restaurant a few days later.
Our bus was supposed to leave at 11.00am but it was late due to road blockages caused by the snow (turned ice) that had fallen a couple of nights ago. The bus was coming though so we just sat and waited. We got some burgers for breakfast as well as some tangerines aimed at maintaining high levels of Vitamin C in the battles against our colds. The bus came and to hours later we were in Angastaco, a small ton in the middle of nowhere. Now this is where the fun began as there was no further public transport and we had to figure out how to get to our next destination of the loop.
We woke up, had breakfast in the nice kitchen of the house, again all to ourselves, and headed out. We had to make it to the town of Seclantas that wasn’t originally a place we were stopping at but after the locals told us about the festival taking place there e decided to check it since it was on the way.
We checked out of the hostel thinking there was a 3.00pm bus leaving to Salta. We decided to kill some time by hiking up one of three lookout points in town. We walked out of town, and up a hill leading to the local cemetery. Goodie! I like cemeteries, they can be very interesting. We walked into it and strolled through the graves, every now and then having our attention drawn to a really old tomb, an interesting name, or dates. One family tomb in particular drew our attention – looking at the family names of women, men and children we tried to figure out their family tree. It was virtually impossible. We got some of the relations right but then some were a complete mystery. We then stopped at one of the most ancient tombs in the cemetery. It was build out of adobe and by now almost completely ruined but the recently put cross indicated its date. It was built in 1884. What did I tell you about cemeteries – exciting!
The bus left and soon revealed some pretty amazing views. We knew what to expect and were eager to see it. At first the scenery was rather flat and desert like. But then we got to this lush valley with steep hills on both sides. This was also the frozen section of the road. Of all the places to have ice, it had formed on the most dangerous section of the road. It was narrow and steep. A precipice was looming on both our sides. The driver slowly inched his way through the valley though and we eventually made it.
We had a relaxed start, got some breakfast, did laundry, and went to the Inet before we finally left to Tilcara – a small town in yet another quebrada.
Salta and the Opera
I arrived in Salta very late at night after a picturesque journey through the Jama passage. I got a taxi and headed to the hostel that Mario and I have agreed on. Taxis in Salta by the way were very cheap. He dropped me off at the hostel, I handed him a rather large note and he of course didn’t have any change. I went into the hostel and told them I wanted to stay there and wondered whether they had any change for the taxi. At first he didn’t but then he found some small bills and paid for it. I would have to pay him back.
I got up in the morning, eager to see Mario, wondering why he was running late. While I was having breakfast, the lady informed me that the other building had advised Mario as to my whereabouts (just as I had requested the night before) and he was now on his way to me.
After breakfast we headed to the city center and after some searching we found the bus stop we needed. Soon enough the bus arrived and it took us all the way to a nearby village where we could begin the hike. The trail was only a couple of kilometers long and it didn’t take too long to finish. It was a pretty, leafy walk under the trees, overlooking the valley in the distance. We walked casually, stopping at a small river to get some fresh water before continuing to the lookout point on top of the hill.
Today we were going to Cafayate for a multiday trip through Valles Calchaquies but first we had a few chores to take care of. Mario had to talk to his family, I had to talk to mine, and most importantly I had to extend the dates for my return flights. While Mario busied himself on the Inet I checked my bank account, making sure I had enough money to pay for the next three months of traveling as well as pay the airlines penalty fees. Once that was confirmed I found their phone numbers, talking directly to the airlines instead of going through the website I had used t purchase the tickets thus avoiding an extra penalty charge. Luckily, I could change the tickets, and my preferred dates were available. I worried it would be a huge deal as I had seen others struggle with it but it only took half an hour (mostly on hold) before I saw the e-mail confirming my new dates. Sweet!
San Pedro de Atacama: a favourite desert
We enjoyed the views on the way to the small Chilean town of San Pedro de Atacama. I can’t describe it. It was beautiful. We had an aerial view of the rocky, pinky desert punctuated with unspeakable rock shapes. If you squint at it you would see vast open spaces colored in pink and white and covered in mist.
I got registered, got all the information I needed, and headed for the shower. I hadn’t bathed in a couple of days, I was dusty and cold and I was looking forward to a refreshing hot shower. Not today. The water was cold. I was so frustrated, to the point of tears. ‘Tears?’ you would say. Yes, tears. Just before I left for Bolivia I got a cold from our bikes and wines day. My nose was either blocked or runny and I had to deal with the extremely dry climate of the desert. Breathing was tricky. Then I had also got my period on the first day of the trip, having to fight cramps and the lack of decent bathroom facilities. And finally I hadn’t been able to sleep due to that headache. It has piled up as you can see and that cold shower was the final drop.
Day 2: July 9, 2010
I got up and had a breakfast of leftover goat cheese sandwich (from previous night’s dinner at the bar) and a leftover peach desert from the previous day’s set lunch. I then walked into town and rented a bike for the day. The owner also gave me a map and let me know the possible day routes. I decided to cycle through the Moon and Death Valleys. I left town and headed up the paved road and deep into the valley. I stopped at the entrance, paid my fees, got a map and a few pointers and was back on my way through the rocky valley. It was beautiful. My first stop was a small canyon and a bunch of caves. I did the caves first although I didn’t have a light. I reached the dark part, made a couple of steps into it and decided I wasn’t going a step further. It was too dark and too quiet. I nearly turned back when I saw a path above the dark section. I climbed up the rocks and walked the dark section on top of the rocks before I reached the light parts again and continued my walk until I reached the end. By looking at the map I thought the canyon should start where the caves ended, at least it looked like it on the little map I carried. I walked around, looking for clues, signs, paths but there were simply too many of them going in hundreds of different directions. At some point I decided I couldn’t find it and went back. That’s when I bumped into something that looked like a sign and decided to follow it. Soon enough there was a second one and I was then convinced I was on the right path. I walked down the rocks, waving ‘Hi’ to a couple that was also exploring the area (nice to see another living soul, comforting) and eventually made it to the very beginning of the walk which was also the beginning of the canyon. I walked through there too, marveling at the rocky shapes. Fun and pretty. I left the canyon behind, walked back to my bike and continued my trip but not before I made use of the bathroom. I was fascinated by it. It was one of the best bathrooms I have ever seen, and what made it so more special was its location – middle of nowhere, dusty, dry, rocky desert – and yet there was this small, fully tiled, clean bathroom, with ceramic seat and a sink, running water, toilet paper, soap and even air freshener! Amazing. Such a pleasure after an exhausting bike ride.
– Their bodies are not developed, they are still girls. They are flat back and front but they have the height and they can walk. When they go on the catwalk they look like queens – the photographer said. ‘Interesting’ I thought.
– So what do they do when their career is over at such a young age? – I asked.
– Most of them study – they guys responded. We often have two models and one of them will be reading while we are working with the other one- they added. Furthermore, they get paid very well and they put money aside – the photographer added.
After a while it was time for me to leave and we took our goodbyes. We hugged and kissed, wished each other all the best and I walked down the path again munching on a delicious baked empanada I had bought for lunch in the morning.
I was almost at the end of the valley but not before I went down a very steep hill just before the exit. Once I reached that I had to make my way onto the main road and look out for the road to the Death Valley. It was late afternoon but I still had some time left.
I woke up and there was no hot water again. Oh well! I headed back to the bike office for my second day of cycling the Atacama Desert. This time the guy behind the desk was a lot more friendly and even gave me a kiss ‘Hello!’ upon seeing me. I was going to some nearby ruins and possibly to some further rocks. But first some chores needed doing. I had to take some money out and buy my bus ticket for the following morning. I was going back to Argentina, meeting Mario in Salta. And I also wanted to book a tour for the afternoon (Laguna Cejar). I was going floating in some extra salty lagoons. A nice present to my sore body and a nice way to end my visit.
– Nobody knows – he answered. But at some point it just breaks into an underwater precipice – he added. That was when I abruptly turned around and went back. I was not going to fall through the salt into God knows what.
– A party – she said. My friends are sitting in a truck, around the corner waiting for me. Come on lets go – she urged.
– No, I think I am just going to bed – I said. I am pretty tired.