This is...mi vida

Salta...3400 steps in total

Woke up, stumbled to breakfast at noon to encounter my new friends. Oh I forgot to mention that when I returned the night before I found one of the kiwis hitting on the night receptionist because he had just been brought back to the hostel by the police because he had been running in the street looking for a place to buy a hamburger.

His mission not accomplished, we decided to raid the communal backpacker fridge, a backpacking sin Im sure, and made egg and cheese sandwiches. Topped off with mustard and mayo they were free and delicious.

After breakfast we went to the market, which was the equivalent to a dirty Wal-Mart with individual stands. The array of products was quite impressive, from underwear to cow intestines.

After the market I ended up going to the park to walk up 1700 steps to the top of a hill to see the entire city of Salta. The hike was as difficult as Id expected, stopping to gasp for air - while pretending to be interested in the mini religous murals, and sweating profusely was only slightly embarrassing.

The death hike was worth it, the view was of the city wasn't that impressive, but the park at the top was. Tranquil with several statues and lots of sun. Our sun bathing was interrupted by one of the park guards who informed us that we disrespecting a religious area. Oops.

That night we went for drinks and meet another group of kiwis and set off to find ¨the best steak house in the city¨. Asking locals on the street, everyone kept telling us ¨only 2 more blocks¨, yeah right, 10 blocks later we were all getting nervous and angry when there it was the parillsa of our dreams.

Not really, but it was the only one we saw and waiter ran out to great us and assured us they had large cuts of meat. The waiter turned out to be one of the most attentive Ive had in Argentina and althought the cuts for meat werent large, but they were plentiful and we had him bring out 5 extra plates. Ummm asado.

entrada de Stacey @ 15:43