This is...mi vida

Salta...Went to the semi-jungle and fell in a river

My last day in Salta, my new drinking buddies gone, I asked the receptionist what to do for the day. He said take the bus, for 1 peso, to San Lorenzo its pretty and theres a park.

So take the bus to San Lorenzo I did. The local bus was nice, except for the nausa it sirred up (hangover?). Getting off the bus I meet 3 Venesulains, my prayers for a day of speaking spanish were anwsered. A couple my age and the girls cousin were ¨artists¨ meaning they have been traveling south america selling their, nothing special, jewerly. Their jewerly was bad, but they were awesome.

We got dropped off at park and started hiking. Who knew Salta looks like the jungle, I felt like I was in a Jurrasic Park moive the whole time. All the great plant life without the heat and fear of being killed, awesome.

The trail was gorgeous and the girls boyfriend toke it upon himself to pick up all the bits of garbage along the way and carry it in a plastic bag. Quite honorable, but the fact that he kept calling the trash presents and joking they were presents lost its appeal after 2 hours.

Being people that were one with the earth when we got to a wide part in the river the girl told me we were going to go sunbathe away from the guys. Why? Because they were going to strip down and bathe in the ice cold water...umm ok.

While were were looking for the place with the best sun, I leaped across the river slipped on a rock a fell staight into the river. While I was falling I saw the girls face, she looked so horrified that I thought for sure Id be leaving the park with broken limbs. But, with my cat-like reflexes I managed to only get my shoes wet. Im still impressed with myself.

I normally would have freaked out for the reminder of the afternoon, but the girl toke my near mishap in stride and told me ¨Well now you learned not to do that¨. Ok, that was rational enough for me. We hiked up to nearly the top of the hill, the guys (freshly cleaned) went up to the top. I dried my socks and shoes in the sun, we ate nectorines and a butterfly landed on the girls hand and licked off all the juice with itçs freakishly long, green tongue. All quite precious.

We toke the bus back to the city and went to the market for cheap empanadas and watched The Simpsons. They refused to let me pay, which made me feel bad because earlier they were debating weither or not to spend 3 pesos on cheese and decided against it because it was to expensive.

I returned to the hostel went to a hostel asado saw some dancers and got on the bus to La Quiaca the Argentina and Bolivia border.

entrada de Stacey @ 16:09