since we were arriving early in the morning, we hoped to catch a bus out that afternoon or night just so we could get to salta and back into argentina. after wandering around town looking for the correct bus company that provides international service (a trip which took us around a small town for about 45 minutes, dragging all our bags and lengthened due to the fact nothing was open yet), we came upon the correct company which had been down the street about 2 blocks from where we had initially been dropped off. they informed us that no buses left that day and we'd have to spend a night in town, but there were three seats left. we took it in a caffeinated rabbits heartbeat (probably from dr. pepper) and began looking into arrangements for the night.
since we had already spent the three previous nights on buses and there weren't really hostels in this town due to its status as a non-tourist location, Elizabeth and i spoiled ourselves a little bit by staying in a small hotel. all in all the damage wasn't too bad and there was no breaking of the budget. they even provided us with breakfast for two days, internet, and a nice soft bed. we were so tired that after showering and cleaning up, nap taking took precedent over eating. and i like eating a lot. resting up led to wandering around town looking for food and it was nice to take a leisurely walk around town when it was a little more lively, though still decidedly sleepy. we ate twice in the span of an hour (delicious) and brought some ice cream treats back to the hotel. we ended up watching an interesting documentary about the rise of jazz music in harlem and both had fallen asleep well before 9pm. heck, we had to. our bus left the next morning around 6 am.
while the day seems kind of like a throw-away among many of the more exciting days i had, i remember it very fondly in my mind. the leisurely pace of the town, finally getting to relax a little bit, and knowing the next couple steps were in place led to a great serenity i felt in that town. the highlight was sitting in a public park that had oldies music piped in. it was the late afternoon, warm, but we were in the shade. just chatting and being still.
i leave with two pieces of information: apparently che guevara had stayed in this town while he was doing his motorcycle traveling. the other piece is far more frivolous. this is the napkin of the bus company. i can't remember if it was here or on cruz del sur, but on one of these trips they actually fed us alpaca. i can't think of too many other companies that actively try to get you to consume their mascot/logo.
since we had already spent the three previous nights on buses and there weren't really hostels in this town due to its status as a non-tourist location, Elizabeth and i spoiled ourselves a little bit by staying in a small hotel. all in all the damage wasn't too bad and there was no breaking of the budget. they even provided us with breakfast for two days, internet, and a nice soft bed. we were so tired that after showering and cleaning up, nap taking took precedent over eating. and i like eating a lot. resting up led to wandering around town looking for food and it was nice to take a leisurely walk around town when it was a little more lively, though still decidedly sleepy. we ate twice in the span of an hour (delicious) and brought some ice cream treats back to the hotel. we ended up watching an interesting documentary about the rise of jazz music in harlem and both had fallen asleep well before 9pm. heck, we had to. our bus left the next morning around 6 am.
while the day seems kind of like a throw-away among many of the more exciting days i had, i remember it very fondly in my mind. the leisurely pace of the town, finally getting to relax a little bit, and knowing the next couple steps were in place led to a great serenity i felt in that town. the highlight was sitting in a public park that had oldies music piped in. it was the late afternoon, warm, but we were in the shade. just chatting and being still.
i leave with two pieces of information: apparently che guevara had stayed in this town while he was doing his motorcycle traveling. the other piece is far more frivolous. this is the napkin of the bus company. i can't remember if it was here or on cruz del sur, but on one of these trips they actually fed us alpaca. i can't think of too many other companies that actively try to get you to consume their mascot/logo.
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