Day 8: Cachi to Purmamarca via
Salta (the shortcut to Purmamarca is closed for the next 5 days at least), 7
hours in transit
Weather: Pretty Damn Nice! High 50s before
breakfast, a bit warm in Salti and lunch time and back to very pleasant in
Purmamarca
Sunrise in Cachi |
The view from the front of the hotel |
Quotes of the Day: THB actually culled these from Pinochet
and Peron because they resonate with what we might be hearing…does anyone
believe DJT knows who Aristotle was? Alexander the Great? Israelites? (okay, he probably knows who Israelites are)
- He could have a thousand faults, but I do not blame
anyone in particular and I despise brutality with which the Nazis acted
against Israelites; but the fault is not only of Hitler, but a group of
high-ranked dignitaries.
- Alexander, the greatest
general of all history had as master Aristotle, and I have always thought
that my office had something to do with philosophy
Breakfast is pretty basic: mediocre medialunas (croissants
made on site), toast and regular coffee…no yogurt.
All carry-on all the time |
Now the most famous Argentinian ever? |
Andres picks us up promptly at 8:50am, we tour the main
square of Cachi (literally nothing to see) and we are on the road to
Purmamarca. The shorter route is out of commission for days.
Wildflowers near the Cardones National Park
Vicuna |
Why would you send accidents an E-vite? |
Yesterday in the mist, today sunny and gorgeous |
Where we're heading: down, down, down |
Local goat cheese for sale (he wasn't here yesterday in the mist) |
A shrine to Gomerias (tire repair shops) that at one time did a booming business |
Lunch is in Salti, once again at Dona (not Dora) Salta, for empanadas, two salads, limonada, $30 (and we treat Andres, this meal is not included in the package). Single cones at Rosmari, $3.50 for the two).
Andres claims to eat 12 or 13 empanadas at dinner; when guiding he holds himself back to 4 or 5 |
THB claims to hold himself to a single cone except when he orders doubles or triples |
Andres go-to chew: coca leaves |
The round-about route (we didn’t need to visit Salta again,
let alone eat at Dona Salta again…we did need to have ice cream again) takes us
by sugar cane that is being used to generate biofuel for electricity, through
Jujuy province, and up a gorge that 2-3 weeks ago had a huge mudslide full of
large boulders and gravel.
The slide
covered the road and left several dead. The road has been cleared now, so at
least there’s one route to Purmamarca. Andres thinks the slide also has held
down the crowds going to Carnaval there because sometimes the traffic backs up
for hours and hours and today we have no backups and coast into our hotel parking lot at 5pm.
Check in to Manatial Del Silencio, a sister hotel to La Merced del Alto of last night. Our room does have a rainbird
showerhead and a working safe, it does not have wifi, washclothes or TV (no
loss, we never watch unless there is some sports thing that doesn’t need
translation).
Carnaval
goes for days and almost 24 hours per day, maybe slacking off in the morning, and
the “downtown” of the village is full of revelers, very respectful except for
the occasional spray can of some lime-smelling stuff that evaporates quickly
and some flour (not much) throw around. There are clearly some people
over-indulging in alcohol, not many.
We
share a cheese and ham folded over quesadilla, $1.50 and wander around the
village. They will be going until the wee hours of the morning.
Dinner
at the Silencio (which will be anything but quiet tonight if the bands rev it
up): diced quinoa salad and corn chowder
soup for DB along with a pisco sour before dinner and a glass of Torrentes with
dinner (another glass of wine for $4); THB has a very good trout salad with diced
veggies and squid chicharrones (not too good) and a glass of Malbec from last
night’s wine.
THB is
feeling exhausted, leaves DB to settle up (one bustling waiter for 10 tables)
and falls asleep at 9:30 the second his head hits the pillow.
Silencio,
por favor!
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