Thursday, December 06, 2007
Salta
Jump, jump, everybody jump, jump......
We left the Belgrano, the name of our hostel. I never thought about the guerra de las malvinas up until now, how do the Argentinians feel about the British?
The trip down to Salta was strange, well it was normal, that`s why it was strange. There was trarmac on the roads, white and yellow lines, railings to stop the bus from leaving the road. We have grown too used to the roads in Bolivia, which have dust and rocks, ruts, and crosses with flowers.
Also we had a nice little break for about 1 and half hours, while the police checked the bus and baggage for that product that Bolivia is so famous or infamous for. We all had to get in lines with our bags and get our passports out. Another thing that we have got used to is the security guards in bolivia are like little boys with guns. This Argentinian guard had a easten european surname and was about 6´6´´ but he took one look at my British passport and must have thought "not worth it."
Arriving at Salta was like, well arriving at some European City, we´ve not had this kind of standard since New York. The prices are more as well, more or less the same prices as in Bolivia only there are 6 pesos to the pound and 16 Bolivianos to the pound.
Food, the food is also different the steak I had last night, even Lisa a vegy said that looks like the best steak you´ve had this trip, including America. I said "No, it`s the best steak I´ve had, ever." Not just that perfectly cooked as well. About 2.60 pounds so relativily expensive, but not for the quality.
We left the Belgrano, the name of our hostel. I never thought about the guerra de las malvinas up until now, how do the Argentinians feel about the British?
The trip down to Salta was strange, well it was normal, that`s why it was strange. There was trarmac on the roads, white and yellow lines, railings to stop the bus from leaving the road. We have grown too used to the roads in Bolivia, which have dust and rocks, ruts, and crosses with flowers.
Also we had a nice little break for about 1 and half hours, while the police checked the bus and baggage for that product that Bolivia is so famous or infamous for. We all had to get in lines with our bags and get our passports out. Another thing that we have got used to is the security guards in bolivia are like little boys with guns. This Argentinian guard had a easten european surname and was about 6´6´´ but he took one look at my British passport and must have thought "not worth it."
Arriving at Salta was like, well arriving at some European City, we´ve not had this kind of standard since New York. The prices are more as well, more or less the same prices as in Bolivia only there are 6 pesos to the pound and 16 Bolivianos to the pound.
Food, the food is also different the steak I had last night, even Lisa a vegy said that looks like the best steak you´ve had this trip, including America. I said "No, it`s the best steak I´ve had, ever." Not just that perfectly cooked as well. About 2.60 pounds so relativily expensive, but not for the quality.
