Live's but a dream

You now what a dust storm is? You know what it's like like to drive through one? Add some salt to it, and you know what it must be like to drive across the great salt flats (salinas grandes)on a windy winter's day in Salta/Jujuy. The dust didn't help my little Kangoo keeping engine temperatures down either. When trying to clean the windshield back down in San Salvador I first noticed the amount of salt that must have been up in the air, next time maybe abandon the tour even if no stones are flying around along with the sand. NR40 up for asphaltation? Don't think so.
Tomorow again to San Antonio de los Cobres, anyone knows La Polvorilla, highest bridge of the train to the clouds, at 4.220 mts of altitude?



Not the best picture, but gives you an idea.

breath

af en toe toch leuk om met een grote pick-up rond te crossen

hebben jullie ooit van argentijnse wijn gehoord? verschillende van de bodegas die ik in cafayate met de grootste regelmaat bezoek blijken naar belgie te exporteren, de twee belangrijkste zijn Vasija Secreta en Etchart. deze laatste is jammer genoeg wel in handen van dranken gigant Pernod-Ricard.

busy busy hier nu, vanavond wel tijd om met cristina te gaan dansen ... wvv

I wish

It's all or nothing here, that means that I've been through a spell of all and finally relaxing, no, enjoying my free time, I could do with some more hours of sleep.
Just to appologise to you , as I haven't posted anything over the last couple of months, I suppose everybody has given up checking this thingy anyway so I can say whatever I want.
Being a vegetarian in Argentina is a crime, proof: yesterday night's asadito.
4 people, 2kg of tapa de asado - for none argentines, this is perfect meat for the bbq priced at 11.5pesos per kg here in Salta capital - , 1kg tomatoes, 1.5kg potatoes some carrots, bread, cerveza Salta, wine from Cafayate, ... all regional products here you either can't get or afford in europe.

Let's spill it all out.

I am getting old, aren't I?

Don't know whether 't is a getting close to my birthday blues or not but something is telling me that if I ever want to have children, I should start looking for a mother, shan't I?
Cristina is her name, just a pity she paints (I do know I should say dyes) her hair, in some far away future I might even have a picture of her here.
Dangerous game, but I'm feeling very rich wiht my 800 pesos - please note that this is more than 200 euros - in my pocket. Result of nearly 4 weeks nearly nonstop working.

If at all I do have some ambition, it is to study plans to achieve the independence of the republic of salta, why should salta remain argentine if it is only to enrich bsas? They hardly know what's going on here many people don't know we already have television here. They all forget that we have cupper, silver, borax, petrol, ... .
Maybe I'm just a stupid foreigner, but I'll find a listening ear.

After spending more than 4 hours at the chilean border, paso de sico, 4200m of altitude and complete desert, I've come down with a red hot sunburned face and a cold but some days rest should cure it all. If no tour tomorow I'll go dancing at Salon VIP with Cristina tonight ... maybe time to take a bit of a siesta. Anyway, it seems almost as if the winter cold has passed, 25-30 degrees since several days now.

Probably my longest post ever, and some time later I'll write some more. No more promises.

Beso a todos