The bank said 'Nada', el hombre said 'manana'

Bienvenido! Salta, Argentina.

Iglesia San Francisco.

I must try things differently. Sometimes. I arrived in Salta, Argentina with my head full of the visions of the Pass, thinking 'she'll be right,' and arrive at the terminal de buses about 9.30pm (so i thought) with not an Argentinian peso on me, and no hostel booked. 

Was all going to plan until the ATM said 'Nada'. 

 Shit.

Luckily for me, Claudio from the Hostel had been watching, asked me if i wanted to stay at his place, i said 'no dinero', he said with a shrug, 'manana'. We negotiated a price for the room, me and my bag full of rocks were heaved into a taxi and away i went with the driver giving me a running commentary, despite my 'no entiendo's,' along the way. We pull up at the Hostel, he drags my bag out, gives me a big toothless grin, hug and a kiss, and i was in Argentina.!

Fabulous eh. Te amo Salta!

Yes, another church. This was gaudily amazing. Love the colours they paint things here. You won't be able to see, but the curtain like things at each of the three doorways/portals are sculpted out of marble.

I should remember to put my glasses on when i'm taking pictures, so i don't chop off the top or bottom of things. You get the picture though...