With nothing particularly earth-shattering to blog about today, here’s a look back at a post from this date in 2012, on our South American journey. Seems like yesterday we were there.
Last stop, Salta. To the west, Chile. To the east. Paraguay. North. Bolivia. 3780 feet above sea level, at the foothills of the Andes mountains. Mining, agriculture, and oil refinery are the major industries with mining number one – silver, gold, and lithium, important for the batteries around the world.
Very diversified population, founded by the Spanish, but a large number of Italians, Syrians and Lebanese. The first city we’ve been in with a large Middle Eastern presence.
We flew in among heavy clouds and it is still cloudy at 8:30pm but we had a good first afternoon experience of seeing Salta from atop Cerro San Bernardo.
How do you get to the top of the mountain I asked? Alpaca? No. Horses? No. Cable car?? Si, senora. But the Gods of No More Cable Cars must have been shining down upon us…siesta time and the rides up/down closed until 6pm. Phew! So our guide drove us to the top, from which we got a sense of the large town below.
The drive up, about 2.5 miles of winding all uphill road, was packed, and I mean packed, with runners, bicyclists, walkers, moms with strollers, dogs. We felt like such losers in a car. Then, atop the mountain, a FREE exercise class. I’d say Salta residents (I can’t remember what they are called, but I am sure it’s NOT Saltines!) are in tip-top shape.
A downhill bicycle race advertised furthered our assumption that this one very healthy town.
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We drove across town after seeing the mountaintop and our driver, a young man of about 30, got cut-off at an intersection by a woman driver. His response: “someone must have left the kitchen door open.” Yes, the typical Latin male.
Blockbuster and Mickey D, side by side. First Blockbuster we’ve seen and our guide said it is very popular.
Across Salta and up into the San Lorenzo Gorge for a stroll along the waters coming off the Andes.
Debating about renting this truck to cross the Andes tomorrow. What do you think?
Then back to the hotel for a civilized place to sit for a drink and to check out the rules for earthquake evacuation. We’re on a big fault, same as the San Andreas, just a different name. The last town we were in, Mendoza, was demolished in 1891 by an earthquake and they have modest tremors all the time. I am hoping NOT to need the rules here in Salta.