I said bye to my beutifull girlfriend for a little while and headed to the north of Argentina. There I ate the best empanadas (exellent little dough pockets full of meat) in the world, played a shit ton of pool in my hostel with a free pool table, made some friends, and not too much more.
After being in that town called Salta for 6 days, I found myself on a bus to a little town called Humahuaca (oomawaca) with 2 friends from the hostel. A 19 year old guy from Canada and a 26 girl from Vegas.
We got off the bus in Humahuaca to the first real feeling of being in a third world country that I´ve felt since coming to Ar. It is a little town in the desert at 9000 feet, giant coloured mountains outside of the valley where the town is built, and all kinds of warm clothes made out of alphaca. It was kind of like jumping into an old western!
After just a taste of that I realized I wanted to see more of it, thats why I´m in Bolivia now. My original plan was to cruz the north of Argentina for 2 1/2 weeks and then go to Cusco Peru to meet Flavia. But since I was allready so far north and my friends asked why I wasn´t going to Bolivia, I said "I don´t know why not... I´m in"
So here I am, getting ready to head out on a 4 day jeep tour thats will show us the biggest salt flats in the world, the town where Buch Cassidy and the Sundance kid are buried, a swim in some hot springs, and more that I will have to tell you about next time.
My best wishes to all.
Peace and love.
Isaiah.
