Last moments in South America and morning joy in Belgium

I spent one more night in Tupiza then took a bus to Villazón, where I would cross the border with Argentina. The lady sitting next to me in the minivan was travelling with two children. Or, to be more precise, two babies. One of them only a few weeks or a few months old and…

Don’t cry for me Argentina

The Iguazú Falls were definitely a beautiful way to end my Argentinian tour. What was supposed to be a 2 weeks’ trip, became a 2 months’ discovery of this incredible country. Now I was back where I had started it: in Buenos Aires. The person who offered me hospitality this time was Martina, the lady…

Don’t go chasing waterfalls

As I was queuing to check in for my flight to Iguazú at the airport of Salta, the lady standing next to me suddenly awakened me from my reverie by asking me “Ben je Nederlands?” – “Are you Dutch?” My instinctive reaction was to answer “No, I’m not”. But then felt the need to add…

Are you from here?

My flight was in the early evening on Saturday, so I did have some time to discover Salta. I decided to take the cableway to have a look at the city from above. On my way up, I shared a cabin with a family from Buenos Aires. After a few minutes, the father asked me…

Ghost

My stay in Salta was to be short. Just one night. I hadn’t booked a hotel but, in the region, it’s never really a problem if you haven’t. When you arrive at your destination, you always have people waiting for the backpackers at the bus terminal and offering one or two options. A lady managed…

Chili con tattooed carne

From Tilcara, I also went to Humahuaca for a day, where I met again with Anabela, Ana Paula and Jimena, who had left the Waira hostal the day after I had arrived. Another quiet village. But, apparently, I missed the most beautiful thing to see there: the mount of the 14 colours. I did see…

The perfect life

Purmamarca, Tilcara and Humahuaca are all part of the “Quebrada de Humahuaca” and offer, again, splendid walks and views. When the bus taking me from Cachí to Tilcara made a technical halt, a young woman standing in the queue before me greeted me and asked me how I was. I answered with a smile and…

Long is the road

On the next day, I had to take a decision. Should I stay or should I go? I had planned to go to Cachí, which seemed to be right on my way to the province of Jujuy. But getting there proved more complicated than I thought. There is effectively a road between the two villages…

Huayra Sanipy… whatever that means

With my next stop, Cafayate, I was back to more warmth… and the vineyards. But seeing how it had affected my memory in Mendoza, I decided not to go for the wine tasting at the bodega’s which is otherwise something very typical to do in this region too. There I stayed in a very nice…

Strawberries with cream

After my visit to the Talampaya, I wanted to go directly to my next destination: Tafí del Valle. After wating for the bus for about one hour and half under a tree, a four hour ride to San Juan and a six hour ride to Tucumán, it was half past midnight and I was exhausted….

Over the Moon

Following Nano’s advice, my host in Bariloche, my next stop would be the “Valle de la Luna” – or “Moon Valley – and the Talampaya. Two nature reserves, both classified by the UNESCO as world heritage sites. So I left Mendoza. Lighter than I had arrived, as I would find out a few days later….

Vive le dépaysement

I’m not particularly a fan of touristic packages. But sometimes you have no choice. And sometimes, they’re just too tempting. My hotel was offering one called “Horse riding at sunset with asado.” And who says “asado” also says “vino”. I’m just a human being, like all of you. I couldn’t resist it. It was a…