After the fun of the Bolivian countryside we got across the border to Argentina. The original plan was to go into Chile, but we being the "off-the-cuff" and crazy people we are, we changed our minds and chose Steak Land instead. Over the next week(ish) we seemed to whizz through lots of different places very quickly on various buses in an attempt to get to Mendoza, our next major stop. 
Team Dust-Eaters.
Salta was a bit of a shock - the first large westernised metropolise we´d been to since we begin our little flaunt. The cultural difference from Bolivia was staggering, it had a very European feel. Traffic lights a-plenty! And a lot less dust. I think maybe dust is Bolivia´s chief export. Our stay here was relatively short lived, but we had enough time to have our first steak, which cost about a penny and was the size of my arm. Leon and I were greatly satisfied.
Next stop was Cafayate which is a little town in the middle of wine growing country. Lots of old people come here as a country-get-away. Nice wine and that, but too many "auld biddies" if you ask me. We did a nice trek up a gorge to a waterfall. Nice and chilly, but fun. Was a strange one cos there wasn´t a path and we were walking on hearsay and rumours alone. Em and I had to rock climb at parts, quite extreme, but tons of fun. Not one for the faint of heart.
Next stop was Cafayate which is a little town in the middle of wine growing country. Lots of old people come here as a country-get-away. Nice wine and that, but too many "auld biddies" if you ask me. We did a nice trek up a gorge to a waterfall. Nice and chilly, but fun. Was a strange one cos there wasn´t a path and we were walking on hearsay and rumours alone. Em and I had to rock climb at parts, quite extreme, but tons of fun. Not one for the faint of heart.
The waterfall, very brass. If you look carefully, Em is naked. Nearly. One for the gents indeed.
Tucuman was another large city with more steak. We were there for less than a day, but we still managed to go to a 5 star restaurant wearing shorts. Not the same pair you understand, just me wearing them. The others were wearing more sensible attire. We were greatly frowned upon as we´d just fallen off an overnight bus, but the food was still tasty, albeit with the waiters spittal included.
During this one week period, Em was poo-pooed by varying birds no less than 3 times. Good luck indeed! There was much rejoicing. Haha.
Urgh.
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Marie-Therese and I also got shat on by a bird in Mendoza. It was a very big poo as well, thankfully on a little bit hit us.
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