San Pedro, Purmamarca, Salta and Cafayate

Trip Start Aug 23, 2012
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Trip End Aug 20, 2013


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Flag of Argentina  , Northern Argentina,
Saturday, November 17, 2012

This will be short because it is sweltering hot; the act of opening and turning on the computer has left me drenched with sweat and the additional heat given off by the computer will no doubt result in first degree burns. There are also, as you will notice, not many pictures with this blog entry – this is simply because the act of taking pictures often results in heat stroke. Love it.


Upon leaving Bolivia we headed into Chile to San Pedro, a border town where we did not see one local (i.e. not white) person in three days. We invested our time wisely at the local pool - where we were the only customers for the majority the our time – working on our diving techniques… Rio 2016 here we come.


From San Pedro, we set off into Argentina to the beautiful little village of Purmamarca. Having no expectations or ideas of what Argentina would be like, we were blown away by the landscape - unfortunately, the few pics we did take do not do any justice to the beauty of this place – the different colours and formation of the rocks are absolutely stunning. Having only been in Argentina for about a week I can already say it is one of the most beautiful and diverse places we've ever seen.


From San Pedro we set off to Salta to stay at a campground with reportedly one of the world’s largest outdoor pools – which would have been fantastic if it had been full. Instead of finding another pool to hang out in, we decided to do a hike in the rainforest – which I can confirm is about a billion degrees with 2 billion % humidity. As per our usual poor decision making process - the ridiculous selling point that convinced us we should do the hike was the name of our guide – Nacho – how could this not be fun?! The hike was beautiful and we had a really cool moment which went something like this:





Daryn: (looking at some big bird flying overhead) is that a condor?
Nacho: no, it’s a (some kind of bird that was not a condor). I’ve never seen a condor on this walk. I really like the black and white ones…
30 seconds later: a black and white condor soared about 10 feet above us. Nacho is speechless and nearly in tears.





After removing a toenail and fracturing my toe in the inevitable tent-peg v foot showdown, we headed into the wine region and stayed at Cafayate where we spent nearly equal amounts of time sleeping, drinking wine, laying by the pool and throwing rocks at the stupid local dogs who bark all night. It would appear South American dogs (and roosters) are nocturnal; they come to life at about 3am and do not stop making noise until about 6am or whenever they are sure you are up… subsequently I hate dogs, and roosters. The only thing more annoying than hearing roosters squawk-it-out at 5am is Daryn narrating what they are fighting about – usually their husbands apparently and there is always a chicken named Mabel for some reason. I do wonder if there is a gap in the market here for a poultry-whisperer….


From Cafayate we set off for Cordoba stopping along the way for a bushcamp to celebrate Lars’ birthday, which as you can see from the pictures, was the standard ridiculous fancy-dress affair that only 26 strangers traveling in a truck across South America would consider a good idea.


Next stop – Cordoba. Hope everyone is well! Thanks – as always – for the kind comments – they (and beer, of course) are a real motivation to keep this blog going.
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mom and dad on

Hey you two- you are having way too much fun! Thanks for your easy to read, enjoyable blog!

evelyn on

HI YOU GUYS, MUST BE FUN TO SEE ALL THOSE NICE PLACES SOME I HAVE NEVER HEARD OFF. GLAD YOU ARE HAVING FUN.

Theo on

Given the sweltering heat, did you crack any air condortioning jokes with Nacho?

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