With a full tank of wine that you like, the black booted. Weight hardly mattered that I had, since the landscape of the excited dance enough.
The black fully charged, the addition is the hollow trunk of the plants that are like aloe vera but larger, and goat leather. The intention: to make a drum, I have to find someone to teach me
the first kilometers of asphalt were known from the tour San Carlos, and some breaks early to know Animaná noble land of wine and Route 40 in the light of the moon.
But after San Carlos began the gravel, the road became hostile and began to shine really black.
With new shoes and Clandestine ringing in the headphones, took me by the sand pits and mountains of stones disguising slips like dance moves without me touching the ground with their feet. I resigned myself to show you where to go, she knew that traces choose. After all
Clandestino and six or seven issues appetite for destruction, we stopped to breathe, watching the scenery of the Gorge of the Arrows and eating rice croquettes with Cata had prepared the night before.
The lunch spot in the Gorge of the Arrows
restarted, the landscape and we are delighted shuffle music sound became super rocker in recitations Don Atahualpa Yupanqui travelers, describing the landscapes that were passing as if walking with his horse alongside ours.
Following the Gorge of the Arrows, further down the path and a green valley with a river
The road was hard, but the banks of sand had disappeared, the 80 miles of gravel road full of ups and downs tiring and demanding. So it was that I began to black signs: was running out of oil. We stopped, rested, I added oil to mixture and just before I started right there, in a kind of hill, a very imposing adobe wall with a door in the middle of which stood a cross. It was a graveyard. Alone in the middle of the mountain, seemed abandoned.
The mysterious wall
I left and walked down the black. Was as destroyed. Adobe vaults had collapsed, open drawers (there are pictures but they are not suitable for printing), fallen crosses and tombs that appeared to have been desecrated. Luckily it was daytime.
Cemetery
I took some pictures and continue.
The landscape changed with the passage of kilometers. Route 40 is great (this is also 40), takes many different forms and colors along its length.
The aim was to Cachi, and after much travel time, and had spent about four hours since we started, there appeared a green sign for those routes that announced that the next town was Seclantas, and I knew then 20 kms was the ultimate goal.
anxiety also left aside and decided to get to know this beautiful place which had good references, including the theme "seclanteño" (recommendation: listen version of Pedro Aznar ).
Beautiful place.
Seclantas 's Square
Seclantas
croquettes, chat with the founder of the first school poncho loom (very interesting) and we drove on.
20 km of gravel were in better condition and with Broken by a thousand parts in the headphones, playing at full speed, was the most relaxing and exciting travel.
After five hours we reached Cachi, parked and sat down to take a rich blonde and Salta in the square waiting for something to tell me to sleep.
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