Salta!

Having set off on the Train through Tupiza to the Bolivian Border and crossed over into Argentian we set off on a nine hour bus journey for the city of Salta. Salta is a city in northwestern Argentina, situated at the foothills of the Andes mountains.

As we arrived into the city at one o´clock in the morning we both felt tired and hungry. We quickly found some accommodation in the centre of town and after dumping our bags set out to find somewhere to eat.

It was at this point that we realised the cultural differences between Bolivia and Argentina. It was as though we had been in a time machine. Women were in very western dress against a backdrop of buildings, which had a very European feel. We soon found a twently four hour restaurant and ordered some well required food. Sam, not missing the opportunity of being in Argentina, quickly ordered the steak. After feeling refreshed and full we headed back to our hostel to enjoy some well earned sleep before exploring the city the next morning.

The next day we took in the European feel, with the little boutiques and coffee bars. However the best view of the city was seen from the top of the city at San Bernardo Hill.

Having enjoyed the sights and knowing we had a 24 hour bus trip the next day we decided that a night out would be a great idea. After a few beers back at the hostel we set off for the best known steak resturant in Salta. EJ ordered a rump steak and Sam went for the sirlion steak. At just over four pounds each we weren´t expecting the best food, but we were seriously blown away when E-J´s steak first arrived, struggling to stay on the plate! She quickly started to enjoy it as Sam sat fustratingly waiting for his. Suddenly two plates arrived one with a huge piece of Sirlion and the other for the meat to be placed on once it had been cut! We both sat there eating some of the finest meats we had ever had, washing it down with some healthy, red wine!

After the lovely meal and Sam thanking the cook! We headed into the main area of bars and restaurants. We sat outside drinking cheap beers and cocktails, although E-J spent quite a large time on the dance floor.

Our last morning was spent packing with hangovers and preparing for the 24 hour bus journey to Iguazu.

Sams Comments: Best steak in my life. Having come from Bolivia I felt that I was in another world!

É-J´s Comments: It was after I forced the last piece of sumptuous steak into my mouth that I realised I had pushed the boundaries and the size of my stomach. For the next hour as we waited for the bill and then walked the streets to the bars all I can remmember is moaning with pain, rubbing my tummy and telling everyone I was full of steak!