Back to the holiday Part 1

So what with the recent blogger problems, I've neglected to bore you silly with pictures and tales of my holiday. Let's put that right

The holiday went something like this:

Monday evening - get on coach to Salta. Now when I say coach, don't you start thinking I mean National Stagecoach coach, ohhhh nooo. These coaches are special, luxurious, divine even (ok I'm exaggerating slightly, get used to it). To start with there are only three seats across the width of the bus, a single and a pair; to go on, these seats have so much leg room you could dance in front of them; to finish, these seats recline, fully, as in 180 degrees, flat, like a bed, (am I making myself clear here?). Unfortunately I chose to sit in the aisle seat of a pair and, when the time came, fully recline my seat - I did not sleep well! Anyhow, we had a video, followed by merianda (afternoon tea), followed by a video, followed by dinner (top quality airline food - three courses, I kid you not), followed by another couple of videos, followed by lights out. L slept like a top - mind you the woman can sleep upright on any form of transport, I swear she could sleep standing upright if necessary - but I had a very broken nights sleep, not helped by the people who decided to trundle up and down the aisle to go to the loo all night and by my fear of falling off the bedseat.


We arrived in Salta lunchtime Tuesday and made our way to our previously booked hotel. Not the best place in town but clean and reasonable priced. At this point I crashed out for a couple of hours and L went for a walk. When she returned she warned me that we were in Blackpool (albeit minus the beach). So up and out we went again. Me to see Salta with my eyes open and her to point out the Blackpoolness - and the road we were on was soooo Blackpoolish. Candyfloss, chips in a cone, ice-creams, hotdogs (I was a little bit hungry), amusement arcades, flashing lights, deelybobs (is that what they're called? you know the antennea-like things you put on your head), cheap souvenir stalls, jewellery on a blanket. It was bloody fantastic.

So we spend the rest of that day and all of the next wandering around Salta. There isn't a lot to it and it isn't that pretty a town, although the main square is lovely. It's surrounded by orange trees and the scent of orange blossom was wonderful. The only digi photos I have of Salta are of the pigeons (and I can't upload them at the moment anyway) so you'll have to use your imaginations.

More later...