Crossing the border to Argentina was beautiful, the scenery simply magnificent. We had a ten hour ride from San Pedro de Atacama, but it went by relatively quickly. We were very happy nonetheless to arrive in Salta and finally feel like we’d landed in a real city. We were all dying to have an Argentinean steak, so that night we chose a restaurant on the main square, 9 de Julio, and had delicious meat.
Unfortunately, the next morning we found out that the train to visit the skies, as they call it, left at 7am and only on Saturday’s, so we missed out on that, but the trip to Salta took us close to those mountains. It was raining a lot, however it didn’t stop us from walking around the city and researching the price for renting a car. It was absurd! So we’ll have to keep to our good old travel companion, the bus, which at least take’s the scenic road of Route 40 to Mendoza.
It’s great to be in Argentina, and Aubry is loving it so far. The food and wine are amazing, and the people very kind.
We really enjoyed Salta, known as Salta, La Linda. We took the telefaric up to the Cerro, and really liked the view.
