Salta is in a stunning location in the midst of a breathtaking sandstone landscape in the north west of Argentina. It's a town of white-washed churches, sporadic markets and dogs lazing in the sunshine. A perfect place to rest after a hectic week in B.A. and Iguazu.
From here, on my birthday, we decided to hire a car with our new Aussie friends, Tess and Adrian. We drove through the farmland and hills surrounding the town towards the coloured mountains and cacti-strewn desert.
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| Can you spot me? |
On the winding road, we stopped off to climb into echoing canyons and look across huge valleys. We drove around the diversion where the main road had collapsed into the river and laughed as we were fooled by the scarecrow workmen, signalling us to stop.
We eventually pulled into the wine region of Cafayete, consisting of just two main streets with a beautiful central plaza, populated by trees, and more dogs.
The buildings are painted in vibrant colours – mustard yellow, aquamarine blue and ruby red. Polished wooden signs burned with the names of cafés and restaurants swung on their hinges in a gentle afternoon breeze. We had lunch outside in the sunshine, drinking the local wine and entertained by the local dogs who joined my party.
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| "What would you like to eat, signora?" |
That evening, we headed to the Barney Gomez bar for birthday drinks - littered with spot-on The Simpsons' artwork and paraphernalia. It's funny what you find in the most unexpected places.
The buildings are painted in vibrant colours – mustard yellow, aquamarine blue and ruby red. Polished wooden signs burned with the names of cafés and restaurants swung on their hinges in a gentle afternoon breeze. We had lunch outside in the sunshine, drinking the local wine and entertained by the local dogs who joined my party.
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