Monday, November 12, 2012
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Back in the big city of BA
Buenos Naches (spelling?!) That's Spanglish for you.
So we last left off talking about the Brazilian side of Iguazu falls. Also before I continue I wanted to point out that the computer screen we are using is like super tiny and it is hard to type and read so our spelling is not that great and also sometimes our historical accusations are not correct so don't hold us accountable.. just read for pure enjoyment.
In the afternoon we had some time to kill before flying back to BA so we decided to go for a walk to the three rivers (basically where the river from three boarding countries come together) the three countries being Paraguay, Brazil and Argentina. We were all hungry but Tyson has said there was a restaurant that over looks the river so we thought that would be ok. First we got turned around and went the wrong way up a hill, and then finally got oriented and made our way in the right direction which happened to be down a hill and then back up a hill, not great when hangry (angry out of hunger). We walked up the hill to find the restaurant and lone behold when we got there it was closed. I guess they only do dinner service not lunch. So we all had a good laugh.. I might have shot daggers in Tyson's direction.. but we managed to take a bus back to the city centre and find a place to have pizza to share. The first pizza of the trip.. that's pretty good for me as its almost been two weeks in!
After lunch, we waited in the hotel lobby for like 2 hours before getting Argentinian Tom Cruise back to take us to the airport. I miss that taxi driver he was just so kind.. and the Taxi drivers in BA are a little bit crazy. The flight to BA was packed with tourists.. I am not sure if there was even one local on the plane. We met a Canadian couple who were from Edmonton doing a 9 week (I think) trip of South America but were envious that we were doing it as a family since they had two kids but couldn't all do it together. I wish Bodhi could have came as I miss him a lot and so does Tyson. When we landed in BA there was a shortage of taxis and we waited there for what seemed like eternity. The prices had gone up which maid Marilyn unhappy, but we were tired and hot that at this point we just wanted to get to our hotel and shower and sleep. We managed to get a taxi eventually and made our long way (45 minutes) from the airport into the city.
The next day we slept in, and waited for Ian to arrive. Tyson and I dropped our laundry off to get washed (best 5 dollars i ever spent) as now it seems like i have new clothes again.. you get pretty tired of wearing the same thing all the time. But now we will smell good for a couple of days. Marilyn and Peter still do there laundry old school style in the bathtub with soap and hang dry.... I am far to lazy for that sort of thing. Especially when someone else can do it with fabric softener, and press, and fold its a beautiful thing.
While Peter and Marilyn anxiously waited for Ian, Tyson and I went to find some breakfast, last time we were in BA we had stumbled upon this nice little Dulce de leche & Mozzarella bar which had great foccacia sandwich and coffee so we went on an adventure to find it again. We ended up missing it by about a block (known since we goggled it later). We walked around for about an hour before we were both hangry and ended up in coffee bar. It served the purpose, but not much else. Sara thought it looked like rain outside, but you can never be sure. After breakfast we started walking home in a zigzag fashion, hoping to find the Dulce de leche & Mozzarella bar when the skies opened up. We hid under an doorway hoping it would slow down after the initial dump, but it just kept raining harder. This was a true tropical dump, with the rainfall coming down so hard it was wetter than having a bucket of water dumped onto you every second. We we decided that it wasn't going to let up anytime soon, we hailed a passing cab and jumped in. We didn't know the exact address of the hotel, but made it ok. It took 30 seconds to cross the road due to track after getting out of the cab, and by that time we were soaked through our underwear.
After waiting an agonizing length of time, Ian final arrived safe and sound at the hotel. Marilyn was finally able to relax a little now that Ian was with us. Since they hadn't eaten in anticipation of Ian's arrival, which was a couple of hours later then our own arrival, people were a little hungry. Since the downpour had lightened, we googled the Dulche de leche & Mozzarella bar location, (5 blocks away) and enjoyed a very nice lunch. After lunch we all relaxed away (via siesta) the afternoon. It was a truely refresh and reset kind of day.
Sieske and Leo had invited us all over for dinner that evening at their place. Sieske had cooked up a large number of empanadas, some delicious chicken, as well as a salad. We had the ever difficult task of bringing the wine (very easy) and finding their apartment via subway (relatively easy). We all enjoyed a lovely evening together of good food and conversation.
Sieske had offered to take us around the city again the next day, which we immediately and eagerly agreed to. So after what seemed like a very short sleep, we got up at 8 am and made our way for a very Argentinian breakfast which is cafe con leche (coffe with hot milk) , croissants, and toast with dulce de leche to spread on top of it. Breakfast is my favorite part of the day :).
We met Sieske (spelling?) at the Obeilsco which is a tall Egyptian looking structure from which all roads in Argentina (except route 40) are zeroed from . From there we enjoyed a full day of touring the city. The highlites were , Palacio de Justicia (which is the courtroom), then we went over to the Congreso Nacional which was a big statue and where we say another doggy park where we saw a very large dog that looked like a Leonberger breed but he was humongous and so cute. From there we wandered around to the Cafe Tortoni which is the oldest bar in Argentina (has been operating for over 150 years). It was pretty neat, but we didn't order anything as the line up was way to long. From there we went to the Plaza de mayo hoping to catch the bus to La Boca which is this really strange/cool part of the city that is where the biggest Argentina premier league team football club is based they are called "La Boca Jr.s". We couldn't seem to catch the bus as it was not coming forever, so we decided to head to San Telmo where Sieke and Leo live to try to catch a different bus, and on route we stopped by the Saturday market where Leo was working as he is an Artisan where he makes jewelry out of different South American rock/gems, mostly necklaces and pendants. They were very pretty.
We stopped for lunch and had pizza (easy thing to share), we then caught the bus to La Boca. There is two block of La Boca which is a heavy tourist area where you can't basically take a photo without asking to pay. There were staged tango dancers, footballers, celebrity look alikes.. it was sort of like being in the circus. So La Boca is a residential neighbourhood by the docks where all the immigrants from Italy first settled in Bueno Aries. They would make their homes out of left over ship scraps and paint them with left over paint colours which were random and bright. The neighbourhood itself is still quite a poorer area of the city, however , the two blocks is actually a muesum where nobody lives its just a tourist trap. What I (Sara) was interested in was seeing the football stadium (soccer) called the chocolate box were the club team La Boca Jr.s play. They had a museum there and we got to see the soccer pitch which wasn't as big as we thought it would be, but the stadium is quite old, and the fans are right against the pitch. With thirty foot high fence with barbwire at the top, as the fans get just a little rowdy when a goal is scored, the rush to the fence and climb it (Don't worry we don't have seats in that section for tomorrow nights game and we aren't seeing the big rival of La Boca vs. River Plate. We are seeing Racing vs. Arsenal.) After the museum everyone was pretty tired so we made our way back to our hotel. The subway was packed as usual in the afternoon and I quite honestly think that they could have more trains coming as its probably one the most packed subways I have ever ridden and I have ridden a lot in really big cities.
We had a little siesta , as we had booked a Tango show to go to tonight. So we ate awkwardly early (8pm) as when we got to the restaurant the doors were not even open yet, and the chefs were still prepping the veggies in the back, but they were kind enough to let us in to eat. When we got back to our hotel the attendant told us that in fact no one was coming to pick us up to go to the show and that we were going to have to get a taxi but this was like 15 minutes till the show.. and we knew we wouldn't be able to get two taxis in that span of time. Tyson was not happy. So we had to cancel and will go when we arrive back in BA on December 2nd as our last thing to do in BA before heading home. Tyson is ok now that he found some wine at the 24 hour convenience store.
Well time to go to bed as tomorrow show be a quieter day but a long one with the football game being in the evening. This Argentinian lifestyle is catching up to me quickly as being a night owl is hard work.
Ciao,
Sara & Tyson
So we last left off talking about the Brazilian side of Iguazu falls. Also before I continue I wanted to point out that the computer screen we are using is like super tiny and it is hard to type and read so our spelling is not that great and also sometimes our historical accusations are not correct so don't hold us accountable.. just read for pure enjoyment.
In the afternoon we had some time to kill before flying back to BA so we decided to go for a walk to the three rivers (basically where the river from three boarding countries come together) the three countries being Paraguay, Brazil and Argentina. We were all hungry but Tyson has said there was a restaurant that over looks the river so we thought that would be ok. First we got turned around and went the wrong way up a hill, and then finally got oriented and made our way in the right direction which happened to be down a hill and then back up a hill, not great when hangry (angry out of hunger). We walked up the hill to find the restaurant and lone behold when we got there it was closed. I guess they only do dinner service not lunch. So we all had a good laugh.. I might have shot daggers in Tyson's direction.. but we managed to take a bus back to the city centre and find a place to have pizza to share. The first pizza of the trip.. that's pretty good for me as its almost been two weeks in!
After lunch, we waited in the hotel lobby for like 2 hours before getting Argentinian Tom Cruise back to take us to the airport. I miss that taxi driver he was just so kind.. and the Taxi drivers in BA are a little bit crazy. The flight to BA was packed with tourists.. I am not sure if there was even one local on the plane. We met a Canadian couple who were from Edmonton doing a 9 week (I think) trip of South America but were envious that we were doing it as a family since they had two kids but couldn't all do it together. I wish Bodhi could have came as I miss him a lot and so does Tyson. When we landed in BA there was a shortage of taxis and we waited there for what seemed like eternity. The prices had gone up which maid Marilyn unhappy, but we were tired and hot that at this point we just wanted to get to our hotel and shower and sleep. We managed to get a taxi eventually and made our long way (45 minutes) from the airport into the city.
The next day we slept in, and waited for Ian to arrive. Tyson and I dropped our laundry off to get washed (best 5 dollars i ever spent) as now it seems like i have new clothes again.. you get pretty tired of wearing the same thing all the time. But now we will smell good for a couple of days. Marilyn and Peter still do there laundry old school style in the bathtub with soap and hang dry.... I am far to lazy for that sort of thing. Especially when someone else can do it with fabric softener, and press, and fold its a beautiful thing.
While Peter and Marilyn anxiously waited for Ian, Tyson and I went to find some breakfast, last time we were in BA we had stumbled upon this nice little Dulce de leche & Mozzarella bar which had great foccacia sandwich and coffee so we went on an adventure to find it again. We ended up missing it by about a block (known since we goggled it later). We walked around for about an hour before we were both hangry and ended up in coffee bar. It served the purpose, but not much else. Sara thought it looked like rain outside, but you can never be sure. After breakfast we started walking home in a zigzag fashion, hoping to find the Dulce de leche & Mozzarella bar when the skies opened up. We hid under an doorway hoping it would slow down after the initial dump, but it just kept raining harder. This was a true tropical dump, with the rainfall coming down so hard it was wetter than having a bucket of water dumped onto you every second. We we decided that it wasn't going to let up anytime soon, we hailed a passing cab and jumped in. We didn't know the exact address of the hotel, but made it ok. It took 30 seconds to cross the road due to track after getting out of the cab, and by that time we were soaked through our underwear.
After waiting an agonizing length of time, Ian final arrived safe and sound at the hotel. Marilyn was finally able to relax a little now that Ian was with us. Since they hadn't eaten in anticipation of Ian's arrival, which was a couple of hours later then our own arrival, people were a little hungry. Since the downpour had lightened, we googled the Dulche de leche & Mozzarella bar location, (5 blocks away) and enjoyed a very nice lunch. After lunch we all relaxed away (via siesta) the afternoon. It was a truely refresh and reset kind of day.
Sieske and Leo had invited us all over for dinner that evening at their place. Sieske had cooked up a large number of empanadas, some delicious chicken, as well as a salad. We had the ever difficult task of bringing the wine (very easy) and finding their apartment via subway (relatively easy). We all enjoyed a lovely evening together of good food and conversation.
Sieske had offered to take us around the city again the next day, which we immediately and eagerly agreed to. So after what seemed like a very short sleep, we got up at 8 am and made our way for a very Argentinian breakfast which is cafe con leche (coffe with hot milk) , croissants, and toast with dulce de leche to spread on top of it. Breakfast is my favorite part of the day :).
We met Sieske (spelling?) at the Obeilsco which is a tall Egyptian looking structure from which all roads in Argentina (except route 40) are zeroed from . From there we enjoyed a full day of touring the city. The highlites were , Palacio de Justicia (which is the courtroom), then we went over to the Congreso Nacional which was a big statue and where we say another doggy park where we saw a very large dog that looked like a Leonberger breed but he was humongous and so cute. From there we wandered around to the Cafe Tortoni which is the oldest bar in Argentina (has been operating for over 150 years). It was pretty neat, but we didn't order anything as the line up was way to long. From there we went to the Plaza de mayo hoping to catch the bus to La Boca which is this really strange/cool part of the city that is where the biggest Argentina premier league team football club is based they are called "La Boca Jr.s". We couldn't seem to catch the bus as it was not coming forever, so we decided to head to San Telmo where Sieke and Leo live to try to catch a different bus, and on route we stopped by the Saturday market where Leo was working as he is an Artisan where he makes jewelry out of different South American rock/gems, mostly necklaces and pendants. They were very pretty.
We stopped for lunch and had pizza (easy thing to share), we then caught the bus to La Boca. There is two block of La Boca which is a heavy tourist area where you can't basically take a photo without asking to pay. There were staged tango dancers, footballers, celebrity look alikes.. it was sort of like being in the circus. So La Boca is a residential neighbourhood by the docks where all the immigrants from Italy first settled in Bueno Aries. They would make their homes out of left over ship scraps and paint them with left over paint colours which were random and bright. The neighbourhood itself is still quite a poorer area of the city, however , the two blocks is actually a muesum where nobody lives its just a tourist trap. What I (Sara) was interested in was seeing the football stadium (soccer) called the chocolate box were the club team La Boca Jr.s play. They had a museum there and we got to see the soccer pitch which wasn't as big as we thought it would be, but the stadium is quite old, and the fans are right against the pitch. With thirty foot high fence with barbwire at the top, as the fans get just a little rowdy when a goal is scored, the rush to the fence and climb it (Don't worry we don't have seats in that section for tomorrow nights game and we aren't seeing the big rival of La Boca vs. River Plate. We are seeing Racing vs. Arsenal.) After the museum everyone was pretty tired so we made our way back to our hotel. The subway was packed as usual in the afternoon and I quite honestly think that they could have more trains coming as its probably one the most packed subways I have ever ridden and I have ridden a lot in really big cities.
We had a little siesta , as we had booked a Tango show to go to tonight. So we ate awkwardly early (8pm) as when we got to the restaurant the doors were not even open yet, and the chefs were still prepping the veggies in the back, but they were kind enough to let us in to eat. When we got back to our hotel the attendant told us that in fact no one was coming to pick us up to go to the show and that we were going to have to get a taxi but this was like 15 minutes till the show.. and we knew we wouldn't be able to get two taxis in that span of time. Tyson was not happy. So we had to cancel and will go when we arrive back in BA on December 2nd as our last thing to do in BA before heading home. Tyson is ok now that he found some wine at the 24 hour convenience store.
Well time to go to bed as tomorrow show be a quieter day but a long one with the football game being in the evening. This Argentinian lifestyle is catching up to me quickly as being a night owl is hard work.
Ciao,
Sara & Tyson
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Check that off the country visited list !
Beunos Tardes (Good Afternoon),
This morning we had another early wake up call , which when we looked out the window we saw that it was jungle pouring outside!!! I (Sara) was a little sad that it was raining as I am like a cat and do not like getting wet! We managed to pack up our bags and get sorted out to make it downstairs for breakfast. I was super tired and was having a hard time waking up but managed to drink my cafe con leche and eat a bowl of fruit loops, some cheese buns, a alfajor (dulce de leche in a cookie format), and a mini croissant.
Our faithful driver the Argentinian Tom Cruise was waiting for us at at 730 am to take us to the Brazilian side to see the falls from that angle. We got through Argentinian customs with no problems and we were not even stopped on the Brazilian side which means no passport stamp , sad face.
The falls from the Brazilian side are way less busy and we had no issues getting on the bus to take us to the walking paths. It did end up getting busier about an hour later so we were happy to be there early again. The walk was less intensive, not as long as the trails on the Argentinian side, but you get a great perspective of the depth and the overall magnitude of the falls from the Brazil side. If you had the option of doing one or the other we would recommend the Argentinian side, however the best single viewpoint is from the Brazilian side, but the falls are much more dramatic on the Argentinian side.. so really just do both. Unfortunately, we did not see another Toucan and that made us sad. I offered to buy Tyson the Toucan stuffed animal in the gift shop but he declined. I guess we will have to go to Belize to see more of them. Just follow your nose to the fruits of the jungle.
We only spent three hours as it was raining and i think we are all still tired and dehydrated from yesterdays plus 40. Today it is rainy, cloudy, and only 22.. but humid. We now just have a couple of hours to relax, get some lunch (which means keeping Peter well fed because he has not learned the Sara trick of keeping a big bag full of snacks on you at all times! ) . We will be getting into Buenos Airies around 830´pm and we will be seeing Ian tomorrow morning at our hotel where we will probably have another relaxing day as I am sure he will be exhausted from travelling plus 24 hours. That is all for now. See you in BA.
Aidos,
PS we hear there is a lot of snow... whats the deal!
Sara & Tyson & Toucan Sam
This morning we had another early wake up call , which when we looked out the window we saw that it was jungle pouring outside!!! I (Sara) was a little sad that it was raining as I am like a cat and do not like getting wet! We managed to pack up our bags and get sorted out to make it downstairs for breakfast. I was super tired and was having a hard time waking up but managed to drink my cafe con leche and eat a bowl of fruit loops, some cheese buns, a alfajor (dulce de leche in a cookie format), and a mini croissant.
Our faithful driver the Argentinian Tom Cruise was waiting for us at at 730 am to take us to the Brazilian side to see the falls from that angle. We got through Argentinian customs with no problems and we were not even stopped on the Brazilian side which means no passport stamp , sad face.
The falls from the Brazilian side are way less busy and we had no issues getting on the bus to take us to the walking paths. It did end up getting busier about an hour later so we were happy to be there early again. The walk was less intensive, not as long as the trails on the Argentinian side, but you get a great perspective of the depth and the overall magnitude of the falls from the Brazil side. If you had the option of doing one or the other we would recommend the Argentinian side, however the best single viewpoint is from the Brazilian side, but the falls are much more dramatic on the Argentinian side.. so really just do both. Unfortunately, we did not see another Toucan and that made us sad. I offered to buy Tyson the Toucan stuffed animal in the gift shop but he declined. I guess we will have to go to Belize to see more of them. Just follow your nose to the fruits of the jungle.
We only spent three hours as it was raining and i think we are all still tired and dehydrated from yesterdays plus 40. Today it is rainy, cloudy, and only 22.. but humid. We now just have a couple of hours to relax, get some lunch (which means keeping Peter well fed because he has not learned the Sara trick of keeping a big bag full of snacks on you at all times! ) . We will be getting into Buenos Airies around 830´pm and we will be seeing Ian tomorrow morning at our hotel where we will probably have another relaxing day as I am sure he will be exhausted from travelling plus 24 hours. That is all for now. See you in BA.
Aidos,
PS we hear there is a lot of snow... whats the deal!
Sara & Tyson & Toucan Sam
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
A whole lot of Cacti
Hello,
We left off prior to heading out for the day in Cafayate. Since we had had time to write a blog that mornng, it was by far the most relaxed day of the trip to date. The first thing upon leaving the hostel Rusty K, was to go have lunch down at the square. All the towns here are set up in the spanish style, of being situated around a central square which typically includes the church and a good number of resturants with patio seating. Sara and Peter enjoyed some coffee, while we all ate empanatas. After lunch, which in typical Argentinian style for all meals can take a while, since no waiter is ever in a rush, which while taking some time to get use to, isn't such a bad thing, we inquired about renting bikes for a trip to a number of wineries. The hostel was out of usable bikes, so we decided to walk. This was after we found and enjoyed a Torrintio sorbet. Tyson had read in the Rough Guides that there was an artisian who made lovely boxes aprox. 2km south of town, and since a number of wineries where in that direction we headed out of town. Just after leaving the town behind we picked up a very friendly stray dog who joined us on the walk. He loved to chase rocks, bird, etc. He dilgently walked with us all the way out and back. The first couple wineries we passed were closed, since it was a Sunday. Tyson wanted to keep walking in search of this box maker, but we were definetly more than a couple of kilometers outside of town, and saw nothing but vinyards for as far as the eye could see. So we headed back a little disappointed. No wine, no boxes.
Back in town we stopped but didn't visit the wine museum. The museum had english speaking tourist information which pointed us to both the box maker and the three wineries that were open on a Sunday. Two blocks from the wine museum, well within town was the box maker's house, however the door was locked, but the workshop window was open, repeated "hola" were not answered, so we headed to two of the wineries that were also within the city limits. We enjoyed several glasses at each. Nino made organic wines, which tasted alright, while the second winery, El Transito was more to our liking. While they both produced a variety of wines, they both excelled at Torrintio, which is a white, slightly sweet, somewhat dry wine, whose grape is only grown in this very high region. We'll have to go south for the reds.
After the wineries we stopped off at a sweets store, and enjoyed a number of things that included dulche de leche, we walked back to the box maker, who was home this time. We also picked up our stray dog again, who joined us in the shop. The boxes were very nice with increcate silver inlay and clever hidden opening mechanisms, however the price matched the quality, and we don't have many practical uses for little boxes, so we passed up the opportunity.
We continued our relaxing day by resting before heading to dinner. This was the first and so far only day that Peter was not starving and ready to eat at 7pm. (In Argentina, you should not show up at a resturant before 9pm). We had finally looked up the name for well done, which while not pink remained tender and juicy.
The next day we arose early to start our trip with Emae our Argentinian Irish tour guide/driver/informational resource. After another typical breakfast of tea or coffee, bread, and a cup of orange juice, with the bonus of frosted flakes, we piled in the car and headed north.
5 minutes out of town we stopped and lit our candel for Gauchito Gil and then continued on. 15 minutes passed that, the pavement ran out and we started the long dirt road section. After driving through a number of small villages which where centered around tributaries and the main river we started to get into some interested scenary. While the valley floor was green, the hills were barren, and as we drove north the hills became more and more spectacular. The ground was a sedimentary but not all that compacted, as it would break apart in your hand. As we drove the angle of the sediment layers shifted until they were perpendicular to the ground. Slight the rock was so easily eroded, this made for dramatic formations. We couldn't seem to let Emae drive more than 5 minutes before hollering to pull over and take another look. Sara found this boring after awhile and would enjoy the same view from the air conditioned car, as the temperature outside was a dry mid thirties. These rock formations continued for a couple hours before we reached a small picturesch town whose name escapes me. Our next stop was the town of Molinos, which had been the center of power for the region of Salta in the past, but now was little more than a dusty stop by the side of the road. The church was worth a couple of photos, as was the old manor (now expensive hotel), but really it was an good excuse to stretch the legs. From there it was only another 50 km or so to Cachi, so it took us about 2 hours (and we didn't stop much).
We stopped in Cachi for lunch. To be quite honest, the food in Cachi was not that good. Sara just had the empanatas, while Tyson who was hungrier thought he would be safe with ravillio, because previoulsy it had been served vegetarian. Well this ended up being not so tasty pollo ravillio. I felt a little quessy afterwards, but no harm came of it, so I guess no foul. The church had an beautiful confessional made out of cacti, which we had been starting to see on the side of the road.
Back on the now paved road we headed up into the national park that was set up to protect the cacti. We climbed and climbed passed thousands of cacti, some with no arms, some with many arms, some with etc. etc. Not being from a dessert area they were quite interesting. We also kept a keen eye out for wild lama, but all we saw were some wild asses (donkeys). Just as we reached the mountain pass at approx. 3500m the clouds rolled in. We had difficulty seeing more than 5 feet in front of the car, which made the decent down the 20 plus switchbacks in the road a little nerve racking. As well it obviously ruined all our potential views.
After our carful decent, the clouds were not so thick in the valley floor and we raced back to Salta, where we arrived some 11 hours since starting our journey that morning. The whole day feeling like a bit of a wirlwind.
Once we arrived in Salta we all had a shower and then went for a nice meal where they give you free champane with dinner. I (Sara) was pretty tired and a bit headachy from the altitude of the andes.. but managed to eat four cheese pasta and bruchetta. While Tyson had a steak dinner. I have loss count at the amount of steak we have eaten. The next day we slept in and made our way to breakfast. Marilyn was happy because they had herbal tea (most of the time it is black tea). Tyson had told me that there was a cafe that served one of the best coffees in Salta so we headed there after breakfast so Peter and I could try it. The cafe was called "Van Gogh" and it did serve up a delcious cafe con leche (basically a latte). Very smooth, I rated it a 9/10. After we drank our coffee we headed to the museum where you can see Inca children that were mummified, Tyson had been looking forward to visiting this muesum for quite some time and as we got there we found out that the museum was closed till the 10 of November. Tyson was sad and disappointed. We then walked around Salta for a while, looking at other museums , one that had a wierd exhibit of Latin hairstyles. We sat in the sqauare for a bit people watching, but it was pretty hot out so we deciced to go under some shade at a restaurant to eat some lunch. Lunch for Tyson and I consisted of empandas and fries and a large beer, while Peter and Marilyn had empanadas and a pizza. Marilyn and Peter then went back to the hotel to wait for the taxi to take us to the airport while Tyson and I did a little shopping and looking at the shops.
I can tell you that flying for 1.5 hours to Iguazu , was much , much, much better than taking a 20hr bus. Unfortuently we still do have two more long bus trips coming up but none are as long as 22 hrs. We arrived to our hotel which is a lovely little place that has a swimming pool and air conditioning (thank goodness as it is plus 34 here and jungle hot!). Marilyn and Peter were full from the airplane food (I am not sure how that is possible as all they gave us were crackers, some chocolates and a juice box) but Tyson and I went for dinner and enjoyed a cold glass of white wine as we sweated just sitting at the table.
The next morning we headed to Iguazu Falls. Now I can't really explain to you the beauty of these falls nor will pictures suffice! You really have to go see them for yourselves as it is truly one of the most spectacualr thing I have ever seen in my life. Ranks right up there with Galapagos Islands. I mean really just sheer beauty! We arrived right when the park opened with all the other hundered and some tourists and got on the first tain that took us to Garganta del Diablo which is the powerhouse of the falls it was spectacular and we watched the falls for a good 30 minutes or so just enough time to get off pace with all the tours happening around us so that we had some of the falls to ourselves. That was the theme of the day "how to avoid all the tour groups" I think we did pretty well. We managed to do almost all of the trails except the nature walk. Oh before I forget.. in the morning for breakfast they had fruit loops as one of the cereals you could choose to eat and I had a big bowl of them in hopes of having luck seeing Toucan Sam in the jungle... well guess what we saw TWO of them. Well I (Sara) only saw one of them and Tyson saw another one but he was beautiful! So tomorrow when we go again i am going to eat another bowl of fruit loops in hopes of seeing one closer. Back to the falls. Peter said that these falls beat our Niagra and Victoria falls by a long shot. I am happy we got to see them as it was so peaceful and calming and just really amazing. Google them to take a look for yourselves you will be in AWE! We spent 6.5 hours there walking around in the plus 35 degree weather looking for shade, and guzzling water, and enjoying the water spray off the falls to cool us down. When we got back to our hotel we were all pretty exhausted! Tyson found us some gatorade to drink and we all went for a quick swim and a siesta before dinner.
After dinner, we managed to buy our bus tickets to Mendoza and Bariloche.The bus to Bariloche did not have a lot of options as there was only one bus running that day , but we will make it work. Tomorrow we are up early again to go to the Brazilain side of the falls and then back to the Argentinan side to get one last impressive view of the Garganta del Diablo before catching our flight back to Buenos Airies.
See you then!
Sara & Tyson
We left off prior to heading out for the day in Cafayate. Since we had had time to write a blog that mornng, it was by far the most relaxed day of the trip to date. The first thing upon leaving the hostel Rusty K, was to go have lunch down at the square. All the towns here are set up in the spanish style, of being situated around a central square which typically includes the church and a good number of resturants with patio seating. Sara and Peter enjoyed some coffee, while we all ate empanatas. After lunch, which in typical Argentinian style for all meals can take a while, since no waiter is ever in a rush, which while taking some time to get use to, isn't such a bad thing, we inquired about renting bikes for a trip to a number of wineries. The hostel was out of usable bikes, so we decided to walk. This was after we found and enjoyed a Torrintio sorbet. Tyson had read in the Rough Guides that there was an artisian who made lovely boxes aprox. 2km south of town, and since a number of wineries where in that direction we headed out of town. Just after leaving the town behind we picked up a very friendly stray dog who joined us on the walk. He loved to chase rocks, bird, etc. He dilgently walked with us all the way out and back. The first couple wineries we passed were closed, since it was a Sunday. Tyson wanted to keep walking in search of this box maker, but we were definetly more than a couple of kilometers outside of town, and saw nothing but vinyards for as far as the eye could see. So we headed back a little disappointed. No wine, no boxes.
Back in town we stopped but didn't visit the wine museum. The museum had english speaking tourist information which pointed us to both the box maker and the three wineries that were open on a Sunday. Two blocks from the wine museum, well within town was the box maker's house, however the door was locked, but the workshop window was open, repeated "hola" were not answered, so we headed to two of the wineries that were also within the city limits. We enjoyed several glasses at each. Nino made organic wines, which tasted alright, while the second winery, El Transito was more to our liking. While they both produced a variety of wines, they both excelled at Torrintio, which is a white, slightly sweet, somewhat dry wine, whose grape is only grown in this very high region. We'll have to go south for the reds.
After the wineries we stopped off at a sweets store, and enjoyed a number of things that included dulche de leche, we walked back to the box maker, who was home this time. We also picked up our stray dog again, who joined us in the shop. The boxes were very nice with increcate silver inlay and clever hidden opening mechanisms, however the price matched the quality, and we don't have many practical uses for little boxes, so we passed up the opportunity.
We continued our relaxing day by resting before heading to dinner. This was the first and so far only day that Peter was not starving and ready to eat at 7pm. (In Argentina, you should not show up at a resturant before 9pm). We had finally looked up the name for well done, which while not pink remained tender and juicy.
The next day we arose early to start our trip with Emae our Argentinian Irish tour guide/driver/informational resource. After another typical breakfast of tea or coffee, bread, and a cup of orange juice, with the bonus of frosted flakes, we piled in the car and headed north.
5 minutes out of town we stopped and lit our candel for Gauchito Gil and then continued on. 15 minutes passed that, the pavement ran out and we started the long dirt road section. After driving through a number of small villages which where centered around tributaries and the main river we started to get into some interested scenary. While the valley floor was green, the hills were barren, and as we drove north the hills became more and more spectacular. The ground was a sedimentary but not all that compacted, as it would break apart in your hand. As we drove the angle of the sediment layers shifted until they were perpendicular to the ground. Slight the rock was so easily eroded, this made for dramatic formations. We couldn't seem to let Emae drive more than 5 minutes before hollering to pull over and take another look. Sara found this boring after awhile and would enjoy the same view from the air conditioned car, as the temperature outside was a dry mid thirties. These rock formations continued for a couple hours before we reached a small picturesch town whose name escapes me. Our next stop was the town of Molinos, which had been the center of power for the region of Salta in the past, but now was little more than a dusty stop by the side of the road. The church was worth a couple of photos, as was the old manor (now expensive hotel), but really it was an good excuse to stretch the legs. From there it was only another 50 km or so to Cachi, so it took us about 2 hours (and we didn't stop much).
We stopped in Cachi for lunch. To be quite honest, the food in Cachi was not that good. Sara just had the empanatas, while Tyson who was hungrier thought he would be safe with ravillio, because previoulsy it had been served vegetarian. Well this ended up being not so tasty pollo ravillio. I felt a little quessy afterwards, but no harm came of it, so I guess no foul. The church had an beautiful confessional made out of cacti, which we had been starting to see on the side of the road.
Back on the now paved road we headed up into the national park that was set up to protect the cacti. We climbed and climbed passed thousands of cacti, some with no arms, some with many arms, some with etc. etc. Not being from a dessert area they were quite interesting. We also kept a keen eye out for wild lama, but all we saw were some wild asses (donkeys). Just as we reached the mountain pass at approx. 3500m the clouds rolled in. We had difficulty seeing more than 5 feet in front of the car, which made the decent down the 20 plus switchbacks in the road a little nerve racking. As well it obviously ruined all our potential views.
After our carful decent, the clouds were not so thick in the valley floor and we raced back to Salta, where we arrived some 11 hours since starting our journey that morning. The whole day feeling like a bit of a wirlwind.
Once we arrived in Salta we all had a shower and then went for a nice meal where they give you free champane with dinner. I (Sara) was pretty tired and a bit headachy from the altitude of the andes.. but managed to eat four cheese pasta and bruchetta. While Tyson had a steak dinner. I have loss count at the amount of steak we have eaten. The next day we slept in and made our way to breakfast. Marilyn was happy because they had herbal tea (most of the time it is black tea). Tyson had told me that there was a cafe that served one of the best coffees in Salta so we headed there after breakfast so Peter and I could try it. The cafe was called "Van Gogh" and it did serve up a delcious cafe con leche (basically a latte). Very smooth, I rated it a 9/10. After we drank our coffee we headed to the museum where you can see Inca children that were mummified, Tyson had been looking forward to visiting this muesum for quite some time and as we got there we found out that the museum was closed till the 10 of November. Tyson was sad and disappointed. We then walked around Salta for a while, looking at other museums , one that had a wierd exhibit of Latin hairstyles. We sat in the sqauare for a bit people watching, but it was pretty hot out so we deciced to go under some shade at a restaurant to eat some lunch. Lunch for Tyson and I consisted of empandas and fries and a large beer, while Peter and Marilyn had empanadas and a pizza. Marilyn and Peter then went back to the hotel to wait for the taxi to take us to the airport while Tyson and I did a little shopping and looking at the shops.
I can tell you that flying for 1.5 hours to Iguazu , was much , much, much better than taking a 20hr bus. Unfortuently we still do have two more long bus trips coming up but none are as long as 22 hrs. We arrived to our hotel which is a lovely little place that has a swimming pool and air conditioning (thank goodness as it is plus 34 here and jungle hot!). Marilyn and Peter were full from the airplane food (I am not sure how that is possible as all they gave us were crackers, some chocolates and a juice box) but Tyson and I went for dinner and enjoyed a cold glass of white wine as we sweated just sitting at the table.
The next morning we headed to Iguazu Falls. Now I can't really explain to you the beauty of these falls nor will pictures suffice! You really have to go see them for yourselves as it is truly one of the most spectacualr thing I have ever seen in my life. Ranks right up there with Galapagos Islands. I mean really just sheer beauty! We arrived right when the park opened with all the other hundered and some tourists and got on the first tain that took us to Garganta del Diablo which is the powerhouse of the falls it was spectacular and we watched the falls for a good 30 minutes or so just enough time to get off pace with all the tours happening around us so that we had some of the falls to ourselves. That was the theme of the day "how to avoid all the tour groups" I think we did pretty well. We managed to do almost all of the trails except the nature walk. Oh before I forget.. in the morning for breakfast they had fruit loops as one of the cereals you could choose to eat and I had a big bowl of them in hopes of having luck seeing Toucan Sam in the jungle... well guess what we saw TWO of them. Well I (Sara) only saw one of them and Tyson saw another one but he was beautiful! So tomorrow when we go again i am going to eat another bowl of fruit loops in hopes of seeing one closer. Back to the falls. Peter said that these falls beat our Niagra and Victoria falls by a long shot. I am happy we got to see them as it was so peaceful and calming and just really amazing. Google them to take a look for yourselves you will be in AWE! We spent 6.5 hours there walking around in the plus 35 degree weather looking for shade, and guzzling water, and enjoying the water spray off the falls to cool us down. When we got back to our hotel we were all pretty exhausted! Tyson found us some gatorade to drink and we all went for a quick swim and a siesta before dinner.
After dinner, we managed to buy our bus tickets to Mendoza and Bariloche.The bus to Bariloche did not have a lot of options as there was only one bus running that day , but we will make it work. Tomorrow we are up early again to go to the Brazilain side of the falls and then back to the Argentinan side to get one last impressive view of the Garganta del Diablo before catching our flight back to Buenos Airies.
See you then!
Sara & Tyson
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Part Dos
Hola,
Well since we last talked we have just been kicking around our hostel looking for places to stay at Iguazu Falls as most of the accommodation is quite pricey since it is such a tourist destination and apparently the most impressive falls in the world. Even more so then Victoria and Niagara Falls I have never been to either so its hard to say, but Peter has been so I am looking forward to his verdict on which falls is the most beautiful.
So we ended last nights blog with how we got an Irish Argentinian driver for our trip to El Cafayate. When we arrived at our hostel in Salta we were looking for ways to get to El Cafayate where we had booked accommodating for two nights so we knew we had to get there some way. We didn't want to take the bus because there were a lot of places along the route that we wanted to stop and get out to take photos or explore and taking a bus would not allow for such stops. The next idea was to rent a car and drive ourselves.. after humming and hawwing we decided that since we don't speak a lick of Spanish it could be difficult to rent a car and know exactly what we were getting ourselves into, so the next logical thing to do was look for either a tour or a private car.
We looked at the tour options but none seemed like they would take us exactly where we wanted to go, so we asked Jennifer the hostel attendant if she could phone the tourist place to see how much a private car would be and if they would take us where we wanted to go. It seemed like we got it worked out and set a time for the next morning to depart Salta at 9:00am so we were quite pleased to see that work out in a quick manner. That evening we walked around Salta some more and had an early dinner which was not very tasty, except for the empanadas. We are learning that "Bife de Chorizo" means "Prize steak cut" which translates to ONE BIG ASS PIECE OF STEAK!! We have been trying to ask for "well done" for me (Sara) as I don't like my meat bloody especially in a foreign country but we have been having troubles going from beef tar tar to medium. Our server was not very polite and I think we will look for another restaurant when we return to Salta. After dinner we stumbled upon a local indoor soccer pitch, which is actually outside but under a covered roof. Some local teenagers were playing and they were quite skilled! The one team was dominating the other team like 8-0. It seems that girls don't play soccer as much in Argentina but really dominate in the sport of field hockey. I have never played field hockey but I would like to try it.
The next morning we awoke and had some delicious sticky croissants for breakfast (seeing a trend her!) .. the coffee unfortunately was instant coffee but Peter managed to get us some hot milk for our coffee so it wasn't terrible. We were waiting for our driver when Peter informed us that there was some complications and that the driver was not going to work out, however the other friendly hotel attendant named Max, offered to hire his Irish Argentinan dad whose name is Emae or "Patrick" like a good Irish man should be named (those were his words!). So we managed to work out a fair price, which was more then we were told for the other driver but we were happy to have someone who could speak English and who turned out to be quite entertaining, as you could imagine an Irish Argentinan would be.
We learned that Emae use to work for the Tobacco industry and it was quite fascinating to listen to him tell stories about Argentina and his work in the industry. He was well traveled and could speak many languages.
We drove with Emae south on route 68 towards Cafayate. We stopped off first at a large reservoir, which as expected looked like a large lake. The first 100 kms or so we drove through fields of tobacco and other crops just being planted (soybeans, maize, alfafa). After a delicious lunch at a goat farm (Posta de las Cabras) where we ate a tapas style mix of goat cheeses, fresh olives, curred meats, and some delicious garlic lentals. Sara's favorite was the fried goat provolone cheese. Once we hit the road again the scenery started to change to desert and red rocks. Cacti and other prickly desert type vegetation started to appear. The green plants made a nice contrast to the red rocks and white flood plain. On the side of the road in many places are shrines to Gauchito Gil which are noted by red flags. Before starting a long journey people pray and light red candles to hopes of a safe journey. Gauchito Gil was from the 19th century, known as a sort of robin hood figure. I'm sure google can fill you in on the details. Our driver had a red flag on his turning signal.
We made many stops for photos as well as stopping at a number of interesting geological formations caused by water erosion, including the toad, the devil's throat, the amphitheatre, the castle, and the windows. The color of the rocks was a deep red and quite spectacular.
Well we should get going, the wineries are not going to tour themselves.
Tyson and Sara
Well since we last talked we have just been kicking around our hostel looking for places to stay at Iguazu Falls as most of the accommodation is quite pricey since it is such a tourist destination and apparently the most impressive falls in the world. Even more so then Victoria and Niagara Falls I have never been to either so its hard to say, but Peter has been so I am looking forward to his verdict on which falls is the most beautiful.
So we ended last nights blog with how we got an Irish Argentinian driver for our trip to El Cafayate. When we arrived at our hostel in Salta we were looking for ways to get to El Cafayate where we had booked accommodating for two nights so we knew we had to get there some way. We didn't want to take the bus because there were a lot of places along the route that we wanted to stop and get out to take photos or explore and taking a bus would not allow for such stops. The next idea was to rent a car and drive ourselves.. after humming and hawwing we decided that since we don't speak a lick of Spanish it could be difficult to rent a car and know exactly what we were getting ourselves into, so the next logical thing to do was look for either a tour or a private car.
We looked at the tour options but none seemed like they would take us exactly where we wanted to go, so we asked Jennifer the hostel attendant if she could phone the tourist place to see how much a private car would be and if they would take us where we wanted to go. It seemed like we got it worked out and set a time for the next morning to depart Salta at 9:00am so we were quite pleased to see that work out in a quick manner. That evening we walked around Salta some more and had an early dinner which was not very tasty, except for the empanadas. We are learning that "Bife de Chorizo" means "Prize steak cut" which translates to ONE BIG ASS PIECE OF STEAK!! We have been trying to ask for "well done" for me (Sara) as I don't like my meat bloody especially in a foreign country but we have been having troubles going from beef tar tar to medium. Our server was not very polite and I think we will look for another restaurant when we return to Salta. After dinner we stumbled upon a local indoor soccer pitch, which is actually outside but under a covered roof. Some local teenagers were playing and they were quite skilled! The one team was dominating the other team like 8-0. It seems that girls don't play soccer as much in Argentina but really dominate in the sport of field hockey. I have never played field hockey but I would like to try it.
The next morning we awoke and had some delicious sticky croissants for breakfast (seeing a trend her!) .. the coffee unfortunately was instant coffee but Peter managed to get us some hot milk for our coffee so it wasn't terrible. We were waiting for our driver when Peter informed us that there was some complications and that the driver was not going to work out, however the other friendly hotel attendant named Max, offered to hire his Irish Argentinan dad whose name is Emae or "Patrick" like a good Irish man should be named (those were his words!). So we managed to work out a fair price, which was more then we were told for the other driver but we were happy to have someone who could speak English and who turned out to be quite entertaining, as you could imagine an Irish Argentinan would be.
We learned that Emae use to work for the Tobacco industry and it was quite fascinating to listen to him tell stories about Argentina and his work in the industry. He was well traveled and could speak many languages.
We drove with Emae south on route 68 towards Cafayate. We stopped off first at a large reservoir, which as expected looked like a large lake. The first 100 kms or so we drove through fields of tobacco and other crops just being planted (soybeans, maize, alfafa). After a delicious lunch at a goat farm (Posta de las Cabras) where we ate a tapas style mix of goat cheeses, fresh olives, curred meats, and some delicious garlic lentals. Sara's favorite was the fried goat provolone cheese. Once we hit the road again the scenery started to change to desert and red rocks. Cacti and other prickly desert type vegetation started to appear. The green plants made a nice contrast to the red rocks and white flood plain. On the side of the road in many places are shrines to Gauchito Gil which are noted by red flags. Before starting a long journey people pray and light red candles to hopes of a safe journey. Gauchito Gil was from the 19th century, known as a sort of robin hood figure. I'm sure google can fill you in on the details. Our driver had a red flag on his turning signal.
We made many stops for photos as well as stopping at a number of interesting geological formations caused by water erosion, including the toad, the devil's throat, the amphitheatre, the castle, and the windows. The color of the rocks was a deep red and quite spectacular.
Well we should get going, the wineries are not going to tour themselves.
Tyson and Sara
Saturday, November 3, 2012
Brown Bus Company & 22 hrs later
Buenos nachos (Good night.. err good evening is what I want to say but I don't know the Spanish term for "evening".
I think the last time we wrote I was obsessing about dulce de leche and yes I am still obsessing about it. I have not had it as much since we left BA, because I have been on a new kick.. EMPANADAS. We are in the North, district of Salta where the famous Argentina empanadas are made. We had been having them everyday either as a snack or as an appetizer for dinner they are cheesy goodness.
Anyways, the day we had our long bus trip we took a stroll around the area we were staying in BA we ate at a great little restaurant which specialized in dulce de leche and mozzarella balls. I enjoyed a dulce de leche cafe (which was literally a latte with a giant spoon full of caramel in my coffe!) it was pretty delcious but very sweet and I don't know the Spanish word for "half sweet". Tyson and I shared a basil, tomato, mozza sandwich and Peter and Marilyn had yogurt and granola. I am just happy pappy with the European breakfasts we have been having which consists of sticky sweet croissants and coffee. On our stroll we saw multiple doggy day cares (well we think that's what they were) I wanted to play with all the dogs but Tyson told me not to touch them even though they have owners. Another phrase I need to learn in Spanish "Can I pet your dog?".
That evening we took the bus from BA to Salta. The bus was a little late leaving and we were worried we were going to miss it but it turns out we got on the bus just fine. Our bus company we asked for was supposed to be "Micromar" or something of that name.. but we ended up with a bus called "Brown bus" kind of funny since that use to be my maiden name. We all had a good chuckle. The bus ride was uneventful, except for one little hiccup where we think we had a flat tire but we are not really sure it was about 3:00am when my bottle of water smashed on top of my head from the top rack of the bus and we kind of swerved for a little bit.. but we were fine and all the local people were fast asleep so I guess they didn't notice anything wrong. The food was mediocre.. I (Sara) sustained myself with crackers, cookies, and chips, while the others ate some breaded chicken and rice.. too sketchy for my taste haha. It was a pretty comfy bus, the seats reclined all the way so we were able to get some sleep. I never sleep very well on planes, trains, or buses but we survived just fine. Which is good because we have quite a few more buses to take along our journey.. none that are longer than 22 hours though!
We arrived in Salta at around 2:00pm and were pretty hungry so we went for some empanadas and I had a cafe latte which of course comes with a little dulce de leche cookie ... the Argentines got their coffee right and their sweets! We walked around the city of Salta not as big as BA but still has about 1 million people. We were all pretty tired from the bus trip so just walked through some cathedrals and had an early dinner by Argentines standards. They honestly don't eat dinner till 10:00pm at night. We have been trying hard to go to dinner around 9:00 pm as we are usually the first ones there so it is hard to see what restaurants are busy and good to go to. We had arranged for a private car to take us to El Cafayate.
Stay tuned for what we saw along the way from Salta to El Cafayate and how we ended up with an Irish Argentinian driver! Pretty late here, so we're off to bed, and well finish catching up tomorrow.
Sara and Tyson
I think the last time we wrote I was obsessing about dulce de leche and yes I am still obsessing about it. I have not had it as much since we left BA, because I have been on a new kick.. EMPANADAS. We are in the North, district of Salta where the famous Argentina empanadas are made. We had been having them everyday either as a snack or as an appetizer for dinner they are cheesy goodness.
Anyways, the day we had our long bus trip we took a stroll around the area we were staying in BA we ate at a great little restaurant which specialized in dulce de leche and mozzarella balls. I enjoyed a dulce de leche cafe (which was literally a latte with a giant spoon full of caramel in my coffe!) it was pretty delcious but very sweet and I don't know the Spanish word for "half sweet". Tyson and I shared a basil, tomato, mozza sandwich and Peter and Marilyn had yogurt and granola. I am just happy pappy with the European breakfasts we have been having which consists of sticky sweet croissants and coffee. On our stroll we saw multiple doggy day cares (well we think that's what they were) I wanted to play with all the dogs but Tyson told me not to touch them even though they have owners. Another phrase I need to learn in Spanish "Can I pet your dog?".
That evening we took the bus from BA to Salta. The bus was a little late leaving and we were worried we were going to miss it but it turns out we got on the bus just fine. Our bus company we asked for was supposed to be "Micromar" or something of that name.. but we ended up with a bus called "Brown bus" kind of funny since that use to be my maiden name. We all had a good chuckle. The bus ride was uneventful, except for one little hiccup where we think we had a flat tire but we are not really sure it was about 3:00am when my bottle of water smashed on top of my head from the top rack of the bus and we kind of swerved for a little bit.. but we were fine and all the local people were fast asleep so I guess they didn't notice anything wrong. The food was mediocre.. I (Sara) sustained myself with crackers, cookies, and chips, while the others ate some breaded chicken and rice.. too sketchy for my taste haha. It was a pretty comfy bus, the seats reclined all the way so we were able to get some sleep. I never sleep very well on planes, trains, or buses but we survived just fine. Which is good because we have quite a few more buses to take along our journey.. none that are longer than 22 hours though!
We arrived in Salta at around 2:00pm and were pretty hungry so we went for some empanadas and I had a cafe latte which of course comes with a little dulce de leche cookie ... the Argentines got their coffee right and their sweets! We walked around the city of Salta not as big as BA but still has about 1 million people. We were all pretty tired from the bus trip so just walked through some cathedrals and had an early dinner by Argentines standards. They honestly don't eat dinner till 10:00pm at night. We have been trying hard to go to dinner around 9:00 pm as we are usually the first ones there so it is hard to see what restaurants are busy and good to go to. We had arranged for a private car to take us to El Cafayate.
Stay tuned for what we saw along the way from Salta to El Cafayate and how we ended up with an Irish Argentinian driver! Pretty late here, so we're off to bed, and well finish catching up tomorrow.
Sara and Tyson
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