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Salta to Tilcara
24 Feb 2014     Tilcara, Argentina     More photos   
Salta to Tilcara      
24 Feb 2014       Tilcara, Argentina       Tilcara, Argentina photos    
 
 
 
 

We missed the morning bus to Tilcara so ate lunch on the square in rainy, green Salta. Plaza 9 de Julio is lined with charming old buildings fronted by covered walkways and sidewalk cafes. We ate pizza, South America's unofficial dish, maybe the world's unofficial dish, and flan smothered in a new favorite flavor, dulce de leche.

The police in Argentina remind me of Italian Carabinieri in the style and fit of their dark uniforms—it's a very good look.

There are loose dogs everywhere, which reminds me of Turkey. Istanbul teems with cats, too. They seem benign but I keep my distance as I can´t help but flash back to the dog pack that threatened Paul and me in Alacati. I think we avoided rabies vaccines only because a local fellow came to our rescue.

The road from Salta to Tilcara starts in green farmland and passes through many nondescript towns. A lot of the homes are topped with exposed rebar as in Peru and I wonder if it is also to avoid a completion tax—the Peruvian guide told me homeowners claim the buildings are still under construction years after they´ve been occupied. 

After four hours the bus arrived in Tilcara, a half hour late as the driver stopped at the bus repair shop to have the door fixed and to do other stuff I couldn't see. It was almost dark when we arrived but my initial impression of Tilcara is very positive. The altitude, 2,500 m, will take a little adjustment though.

It is midnight and I am tired and I am sitting outside in the dark where I have a weak wifi so until tomorrow signing off. 

 
 
 
 
 
Our hotel room 
 
 
 
 
Our hotel room 
 
 
 
 
Our hotel room