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Published: July 10th 2010
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Pretty Rose,
Not many pretty flowers like this one about. So I took a picture. Do you like it Mammy? Our last stop before crossing the border to Argentina was Tupiza. This was entirely Yvonne’s idea. It t the place where Butch Cassidy and the sundance kid met their end. Yvonne went horse riding for 3 hours. Gary and Rico stayed home big chickens that they are. It was very good of them to out of their way to come here just for a few hours of indulgence. It was amazing. The scenery was brilliant Canyon territory and the buss of galloping along on lane ways on a horse bought back lots of happy memories for me. It was definitely on of the highlights so far, very particular to Yvonne tho most backpackers skip here and hightail it over the border to Argentina after the salt flats.
It was just Yvonne and a Dublin lad Jeff who was very typical Irish. He bought a 6 pack of beer on the ride. He was very good company and he could speak Spanish to the guide while I rode on ahead and enjoyed the scenery. My horse was massive. Over 17 hands I‘d say, as tall as Burley for those of you who remember him but much wider. She was a 4
year old mare. . You’re able to tell how long a horse has been broken by the length of he’s mane so when I saw mine I knew I‘d have to hold on tight. Her mane was one 3 inches long. Take a look at the pics. She was exactly the kind of horse I would have picked if I was asked to choose. We were all geared up with leather leggings and cowboy hats. At one stage me and the guide were having a wee race. Think he enjoyed having someone on board who wasn't scared of their life. We were racing to the end of the track and looping around a big rock back to Jeff. Yvonne was winning naturally (my horse was a lot bigger than the guides), As we turned the rock and headed for the home straight we were running against the guide. We had lots of room to pass each other but both horses freaked out. We both ended up on being flung from our western saddles. I really felt no pain though and I was up on the horse again before I thought about it. Show’s you never forget that bit. The guide
Small Horsey
I swapped off this guy he was too lazy. think they thought they'd teach me a lesson and put me on the really young mare then was a bit cut and worried about me so we walked the rest of the way home. It was brilliant. I loved every minute even the falling off part.
I resisted the offers of going boozing with my new Dublin friend for the evening.
Next morning around 10am we got the bus to the border. We were a bit sad leaving after a very enjoyable 3 weeks in Bolivia. Definitely my favourite. Doesn’t hurt that it was crazy cheap either I suppose. The border crossing was very very busy. They were checking every bag and with the amount of luggage the locals were carrying across the border this was no mean feat. It took us 3 hours to make it across. Lots of very pretty border officials to keep everybody entertained. So it wasn’t as bad as all that.
Our first stop in Argentina was Salta and we didn’t’ arrive here until late that night and luckily enough there was someone at the bus station waiting to give us a good deal on a hostel. Salta is a very bg city. It was strange being somewhere so developed. You really could not tell the difference between here and
a big European city. It was like a mixture of Rome and Madrid. The people look Italians drive Fiats and dress great only they speak Spanish. It was nice here not to be stared at everywhere we went. We spent 2 days here where we spent our time exploring. We walked up a lickle mountain and got a cable car down. It was great to be out of altitude and be able to walk uphill without being out of breath every 2 minutes; The cable car down was brilliant. It gave great views of the city. We also ate a very good cheap steak sandwich and played on a pedal boat on a tiny lake. Yvonne also bought an Argentina jersey and matching hair band. All in all it was a nice relaxing city to hang around and plan our last 3 weeks in South America.
P.S Really sorry about the poor spelling on the descriptions of the photos. I'm in Buenos Aires sitting in a freezing hallway. Think I'm rushing too much...
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