Friday, September 11, 2009
Salty Uyuni
We took a train from Tupiza to Uyuni, armed with a steaming pizza driving the passengers wild who had been on for the previous few hours. It was a long ride and we pulled into Uyuni just before midnight. We met our Israeli friend Dona at the station and she gave us the low down on her tour; she also recommended a company to travel with. We booked into the over priced H.I. affiliated hostel until we could find alternative accomodation the following day- which we spent looking about the town. It has some bizzare statues on the main street, along with lots of tourist restaurants and shops.
We booked a trip on the salares for the next day. The Salar de Uyuni is extradionary. It's the worlds largest salt flats at an elevation of 3653m and covers 12,000 sq km of land. It's the remains of a prehistoric salt lake, Lago Minchin.
There are a variety of tour options from one to four days. The longer trips include stays on the plains where tempertures fall below -4C and electricity is scarce. We thought about this option, as it includes climbing a volcano, visiting hot springs - although entering and exiting them at 6am in sub zero temperatures didn't appeal to us. Also on the last day you pass a flaminco reserve, but we would later get to see the park and the birds fly on our train outside of Oruro- which was amazing. After talking to some travellers and considering the cold and the waiting around that all tours involve, we eventually decided on just a day trip.
We departed around 11am, first visiting the Cementerio de Trenes or train graveyard. This just had lots of rusty trains and rubbish, but was the setting for some great photo ops!
We were travelling by jeep, 'we' being the driver, a girl from La Paz, a Chilean guy, two Korean women and us. The 'road' across the salt flats was arbitary with paths criss-crossed all over the flats and the driver changing at will. Our first stop was at a little villiage that seemed to process some of the salt and had mounds gathered up for the tourist to jump from for some cool photos.
The sky was astonishingly blue, in blazing contrast to the brilliance of the white salt flats. We bought a few souvenirs here and progressed deeper into the white, until we reached the 'museum' which is actually an 'old' salt hotel- an illegal structure on the salt plains. There were previously a few salt hotels out here but they were moved brick by brick to an outer location creating less of an environmental impact. The flats are so pure and white that something like a hotel out there is just wrong. When I write 'salt hotel' this is exactly what they are. Each brick of the hotel is made from cemented salt, as are the beds, tables, chairs etc. It's now called a 'museum' but some tours still use the hotel as a sleeping point.
Outside is a salt platform, housing lots of flags for it's international visitors.
The vast empty flats are truly incredible. They are the perfect blank canvas for some great mind distorting photos We weren't well prepared (how unusual I hear you say!) and our camera battery wasn't charged- silly us. But we managed to knock out a few photos. We took some funny pictures for the Korean ladies, including one of them superficially standing on Mal's head and arms; unfortuantely we don't have a copy- oh well..
The last stop before heading back was at an island with lots of cacti and old coral rocks, which the guide says are the proof that it once was an inland sea.
The trip was a spectacular experience and we highly recommend it.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Enter Bolivia
From people who have never been to
Wow, there was an instant difference between
Tourism seems to run Tupiza and there were a few touts waiting for us when we alighted from the bus. We found a nice room, half the price of
The next morning we presented ourselves at the tour company and found our guide waiting. He looked about 12 or 13. I complained to the tour guide that he should be at school and they should provide us with a non child-labour guide. He assured us that there was ‘no problem’ the guide was 14 and very responsible. Ha, a working adult at 14 the poor thing. I asked him his name and after the second attempt he remembered his tourist name and told us it was Daniel. Oh, please God let this be different to our other camel-back riding tour with the other ‘Daniel’ in the Indian desert!
We took a local bus to the stables and waited for the guides to select the horses and saddle them up. With us were a
Thankfully the horses were as described and took it easy on us. We rode with the other three for half an hour and then it was just us and the guide. Daniel had disappeared, perhaps afraid of me and there was a 16 year old in his place. He had a pierced lip, baseball cap and would look out of place on a horse if it wasn’t for the face that he was so comfortable in the saddle, with a slight pull on the reigns the horse would do anything he suggested.
We stopped at a mound of rocks and walked up what once was a waterfall while our guide rested. It was beautiful, truly stunning scenery. Believe it or not, this was the actual stomping ground of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance kid. It was here they met their demise after a robbery just 40km from the area!
We returned via a different route passing a rock formation named the ‘Devils Door’.
We rode along the road for a bit and as a jeep passed I patted my horse and talked to her like a real horse whisperer, thinking I knew exactly what to do as I had just read ‘All the Pretty Horses’, but really the horse was tame and probably did this everyday. Mal’s horse was slightly wilder and nearly bucked when the guide grabbed the reigns and tried to drag her off the road. Before reaching the ‘main road’ there was a dead-end between some high rocks and a small ditch. I was wondering if the guide had brought us down a wrong path when the horse suddenly turned for the ditch and before I could freak out she jumped! I hardly felt anything on landing- in all fairness it was a small ditch. I quickly looked back to see Mal’s horse doing the same thing. The jump looks higher when you’re an observer. I actually got a slight adrenalin rush and was smiling all the way back to town.
Instead of taking the bus we rode the horses, or rather they led us back to town on the railway line alongside the road. Amazingly they knew every crack and turn in the rails and adjusted their hooves accordingly.
We hung out in Tupiza for another day and the town celebrated
The rest of the women wore more traditional clothes and were slightly wider. They all balance bowler hats atop their heads just like the Bolivian women you see in the latest James Bond movie. Quite the fashion statement I think.
Salta-Tilcara-Humahuaca
We visited the Museo de Arqueología de Alta Montaña which is a museum dedicated to the amazing discovery of three child mummies found at an altitude of 6700m on the Llullailaco volcano. Due to the freezing climate, the bodies and all that they were buried with were perfectly preserved. The children, two girls and a boy were probably sacrificed to the gods as special chosen ones. We were not allowed to take pictures so here’s a link to the museum site: www.maam.org
There was also a stage set up in the evening and a local band gave a concert which wasn’t half bad.
I decided to continue the serious business of chilling out with my book while Mal climbed the 1000 winding steps up Cerro San Bernardo to the lookout. Mal said the views were spectacular out over
I’m not to jealous, I still got the reward of a nice dinner that evening, and I didn’t even have to leave the comfort of my bed!
Tilcara
The bus to Tilcara wasn’t the most pleasant experience. We were sitting near the toilet and some poor man was obviously having a bad reaction to his food, with the smell of his efforts wafting out. Mal nearly puked sitting directly in the firing line, gasping for air through the jammed shut window.
Thankfully our bus was only going as far as San Salcador de Jujuy. We had a lovely lunch in the city and soon realised how close to
The next day we checked out Tilcara’s hilltop pucará, which is a pre-Hispanic fortress with unobstructed views of the surrounding hinterland, very pretty.
Humahuaca
The ride to Humahuaca was beautiful, driving alongside the Quebrada de Humahuaca. As we had so recently visited the Quebrada de Cafayate, we decided not to stop and do a tour as the landscape is so similar. We decided to simply enjoy the view from our bus window.
Humahuaca was our last Argentine stop before entering
As it was a Sunday there wasn’t much happening in the town, although it is pretty. We walked around and up to the local monument, chatted with some nuns for
Pachamama isn’t the only mother who is important here, and we found many statutes in tribute to mothers everywhere. There was a particular rise in teenage un-wed mothers in these small Argentinean towns around late November or early December. These babies have locally been known as los hijos
So thankfully then we missed the festival and entered a quiet town, leaving
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Cafayate 1600m
More wine and mountains, we loved Cafayate. On our first day we checked out the quaint pretty town and had a tipsy lunch which included a sample of the local white wine- torrontés.
We then took a walk out to a goat cheese farm where we bought some yummy herbed cheese. We finished the day at a bodega, taking a wine tour and sampling the local drop which was so good that we bought a bottle having it for dinner with the cheese, delicious!
The next day we took a tour of the Quebrada de Cafayate 50kms away. This mountainous sunburnt red dusty area holds a host of spectacular sandstone landforms some of which are named the Devil’s throat, Amphitheatre
Obelisk and more. They were pretty amazing; you got a sense of how the landscape is susceptible to change with large landmasses jutting up from the earth, with multicoloured striation marks across their fronts.
Everywhere we looked produced spectacular views, we were impressed having never seen such raw earth before. I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves here.
No rest for the wicked, we decided to walk the 5km to the base of the nearby mountain and hike the two hours up to the local waterfall the following day- and then return the same way. Apparently you can swim in the waterfall in summer, but due to the ice floating on top we were not tempted- despite the sweaty hike to get to it! It was a beautiful day, if a bit tiring and we certainly deserved our food that evening.
Which brings me to another highlight of Cafayate:
Our first stop as we progressed up north was a city called Tucumán. We just overnighted there taking in the vibe of the city where Argentina was declared independent. It’s a nice city, perfect for a quick stopover. We stayed in a quant friendly hostel near the central plaza which is landmarked by the illuminated Casa de Gobierno. We spent the evening strolling around the various markets and plazas.
Tafí del Valle
We arrived in Tafí early afternoon after snowfalls in the mountains and were accosted by a little old lady who wanted us to rent her annexed cottage flat.
We were easily won over by the whitewashed walls and little fire stove, a comfy assurance against the frost outside. It felt like we were in a little old traditional Irish cottage, and keeping it real the wind blew straight through the cracks around the windows and doors. Thankfully the five blankets on the bed and the burning embers kept us warm.
The town was perfect, it looked like a film set, ideally placed in a snowy mountain valley overlooking a lake with llaymas in the fields.
After wandering around the town we discovered that the best way to reach the Parque Los Menhires, some 10km away was to hitch the quiet country road.
A pick-up eventually stopped and we hopped in the back, next to a raw rip cage, presumably dog food. Oh My God was it cold when we rounded the corner and the crosswinds from the lake hit us, we were blue with chattering teeth when we eventually arrived.
First things first, a warm cup of tea and lunch, we had some traditional food wraped in a corn leaf.
The Menhires are indigenous granite monuments collected from nearby archaeological sites representing ancient art and prayer.
Getting back wasn’t as easy, we waited a while for a lift, walked along the foggy icy roads eventually getting a lift half way with two fisher men, and amazingly we got home the rest of the way with the same pick-up that brought us there. This time we knew to sit with our backs to the wind!
Before leaving we made sure to sample some of Tafí’s handmade cheese which weren’t half bad.
Amaiche
Next was Amaiche a tiny town where we stopped to visit the nearby ruins of Quilmes. We joined a tour with just one other lady from Buenos Aires. Our guide was of Quilmes Indian decent and his German girlfriend was our translator, she also brought along her baby on the tour.
We stopped en-route under the shade of a medicine tree where our guide described the history of the Quilmes people, of their near obliteration by the Spanish invaders and the current state of affairs. Then it was on to the ruins, these are amazing and surrounded by a forest of cacti.
On our return we visited a small village with mud brick houses, and a little ceramic workshop. We drank maté with the owner while discussing his way of life and his craft which he learned from his mother.
Maté is the country’s obsession. It’s a tea drink made from the herb yerba maté. It’s unusual to see a group of Argentineans on a bus or trip or bunched together without at least one thermos flask full of hot water amongst them. The person with the flask carries the cup, which is also called the mate and fills it up with the yerba and adds hot water. You usually drink the tea out of a sliver straw with perforated ends so only the tea and no herb gets into the straw. The first person drinks the tea and it’s refilled with water and passed to the next person, everybody shares the same cup and straw. The tea can be refilled many times, usually until the water runs out. If you don’t want another round of tea you say ‘gracias’ when you’re finished drinking and hand the cup back to the host. It tastes a little like herby green tea, but they add lots of sugar so it’s way to sweet for us, if we have to accept any we’re quick with our ‘gracias’ in returning the cup. As an avid tea drinker I wholly commend this practice- although the sharing of the straw is a little gross, especially in these times of swine flu!
After our trip to the ruins we checked out the local museum named Pachamama, who is mother earth. People pray to Pachamama for a good harvest or present offerings to her in appeasement. Even with the acceptance of Catholicism throughout South America, Pachamama is still important and prayed to.