We arrived in Salta after a 17 hour bus ride from Medoza, which we reached after an 8 hour bus trip from Santiago. But I’m not looking for sympathy. These are not your Greyhound Motor-coach school of travel. No, these buses are something else entirely. We spent the few extra bucks necessary on the long trip between Mendoza and Salta and bought first classes tickets. The wide, (only three across the bus), leather seats reclined 180 degrees and foot rest rose up to provide support for everything below the knees, essentially converting our seats into small, but comfortable beds. We were served a steak dinner complete with a nice Argentine Malbec before we laid back and slept for a solid eight hours.
Salta is a beautiful colonial city tucked into the forested foothills on the eastern slope of the Andes. Our hotel was located just a block from the main plaza.
I wandered around town early in the evening and photographed the cathedral on the plaza all lit up, and then this morning ventured inside another nearby, where the second shot was made.
We are now settled in for three nights at a Finca about 30 miles south of Salta. More to come.
