from the salt flats to a city called salta.... trend? or all they know
welcome to argentina. home of beef and tango. coming into the border on the bolivian side was like the child soldiers of africa. all these young kids with huge automatic weapons slung on their shoulders. i did the double take so many times. since bolivia has a shit army, maybe they just arm people at the borders
the descent from the andes was like reverse culture shock. everything was paved and modern. things were new and efficient. people; good looking
the landscape remained great. geological features i cannot explain with 3 credits
we got the front seats on the top of the bus. the only way to travel by day. at night there was a crazy lightning storm that lasted 3-4 hrs. torrential downpour and so much lightning it was almost inconceivable. it was like a strobe or someone repeatably turning the light on and off, like we used to while threat is sleeping.
after we crossed the border we boarded a bus to salta. about 15km into the trip we got stopped at a police checkpoint. we were all told to get off the bus, collect our bags and go though a check. big pain in the ass. they went aboard and took everything left on the bus as confiscation. they did the token search and check of the tourists stuff and more closely examined the locals. alot of them shopped near the border, taking advantage of the cheap bolivian prices for xmas. we just assumed this happened here and there. when we arrived in salta alissa was collecting her things and i had exited the bus already. a guy came up to her where she was sitting, reached up into the curtains between the window and pulled down a package of cocaine. she was like "what the" and he just smiled, said cocaine, and left. scot free. apparently there are tip offs on people smuggling. they missed him
with all their technology they haven´t figured out drainage, or at least they don´t care in the slums
in the main square of salta at night. the cathedral all lit up
inside was once again gorgeous. a definite trend. salta was mid sized, pretty comfortable, but we were in a rush to get to B.A. so we didn´t give her much of a chance
church of san francisco. we went out at about 11:30 to see if we could get some food and explore. low and behold the city is alive and kicking. all the other cities we had been to before shut down early. argentina is def a late night city. dinner usually doesnt start till 10 at the earliest. clubs till dawn is the standard
it was hot as hell here. 38 at 11:30 in the morning, such a shocker to the system. that okanagan dry heat. the hostel we stayed in was apparently a former presidents digs. lets just say times musta been tough
we went for a bit of a row while waiting for our bus out
the local
in the green lagoon
not quite venice but it´ll do
the descent from the andes was like reverse culture shock. everything was paved and modern. things were new and efficient. people; good looking
the landscape remained great. geological features i cannot explain with 3 credits
we got the front seats on the top of the bus. the only way to travel by day. at night there was a crazy lightning storm that lasted 3-4 hrs. torrential downpour and so much lightning it was almost inconceivable. it was like a strobe or someone repeatably turning the light on and off, like we used to while threat is sleeping.
after we crossed the border we boarded a bus to salta. about 15km into the trip we got stopped at a police checkpoint. we were all told to get off the bus, collect our bags and go though a check. big pain in the ass. they went aboard and took everything left on the bus as confiscation. they did the token search and check of the tourists stuff and more closely examined the locals. alot of them shopped near the border, taking advantage of the cheap bolivian prices for xmas. we just assumed this happened here and there. when we arrived in salta alissa was collecting her things and i had exited the bus already. a guy came up to her where she was sitting, reached up into the curtains between the window and pulled down a package of cocaine. she was like "what the" and he just smiled, said cocaine, and left. scot free. apparently there are tip offs on people smuggling. they missed him
with all their technology they haven´t figured out drainage, or at least they don´t care in the slums
in the main square of salta at night. the cathedral all lit up
inside was once again gorgeous. a definite trend. salta was mid sized, pretty comfortable, but we were in a rush to get to B.A. so we didn´t give her much of a chance
church of san francisco. we went out at about 11:30 to see if we could get some food and explore. low and behold the city is alive and kicking. all the other cities we had been to before shut down early. argentina is def a late night city. dinner usually doesnt start till 10 at the earliest. clubs till dawn is the standard
it was hot as hell here. 38 at 11:30 in the morning, such a shocker to the system. that okanagan dry heat. the hostel we stayed in was apparently a former presidents digs. lets just say times musta been tough
we went for a bit of a row while waiting for our bus out
the local
in the green lagoon
not quite venice but it´ll do
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