Our flights happened fine with only a little drama. We grabbed something to eat since we were early for our flight, and in typical South American fashion, waited ridiculously long for Sierras soup. We weren't concerned until they were convinced that I had a jackknife in my backpack. We insisted, no, no knife! In the end I remembered that I had a cheap multitool with pliers, a screwdriver, and miniature scissors. By then we were stressed! He was trying to explain in Spanish how we could go through a process of declaring the multitool to keep it, and we just told him to keep it- we needed to catch a flight!! Just a silly thing from a liquidation place anyhow! Salta is hot and humid, and stuffed full of people!! The south is laid back in a fairly Canadian way, and drivers are courteous to pedestrians, etc. Salta is so full of people they appear to be falling off the sidewalks into the streets, where the drivers are crazy! No lanes, just lots of honking, yelling and gestures, with pedestrians mixed all through. People just keep inching closer to eachother, and in the end it's a multiplayer game of chicken. The hostel has a strange vibe to it- we can't put our finger on it completely, but we have the room to ourselves, and it's only one night. Actually that is part of the wierd vibe- there are very few other guests. Sierra is less than pleased with the insects. She is pretty sure there was a cockroach in the shower... Lol! One of the downsides to warm climates!! It was 29 when we arrived here after dark. Christmas lights lined the street. Strange. Well, we decided to brave the crowds and go for some supper. Police stand guard every couple of blocks, and by then the crowds had thinned quite a bit. I found a place that sold tamales, which was very cool. Something I can't get at home. First thing the next morning we caught a cab to the Bolivian border. It took FOREVER, but we managed to cross the border before it closed for the night, and also managed to get bus tickets for the last long haul bus ride through Bolivia. Getting to the Bolivian border with a cab driver you can not understand at all, but you are pretty sure he is taking you to the border, (and he has a friendly face and a sense of humor) is a bit intimidating! The cab driver stops, gets your luggage out, and explains in very fast speech that we caught little of, how we get across the border... We were sure he told us to go up the ramp and get in the line up, but then some people are waiting and waiting, and not moving at all, and other people are just walking through. The little wicket where you talk to the border official is impossibly crowded too. There are people lining up for leaving Argentina, people lining u for entry into Bolivia, and locals that are just passing through all in the same little hallway. Crazy. I have often wished I had a Canadian passport here. They are not so US friendly. But we made it in time to catch a night bus to La Paz Bolivia. 18 hours or so. The bus leaves at 8pm, and the bus terminal here in Bolivia is crazy!!!! it is dark, and there are only a handful of lights. Most of the people are indigenous and speak Quancha, or something like that, so communication is difficult. They either harass you to buy something, or ignore you altogether. We needed to find a way to get some Bolivianos, get some warmer clothes out of our packs to make it on the unheated night bus through the Bolivian highlands, change our clothes that we had been wearing in Salta, and get some food to take with us since they likely wouldn't be feeding us. This all had to happen in a terminal so crowded with people, it was a constant push and shove match. We took turns guarding the luggage while the other person went to find money, find a bathroom, etc. we got most of what we needed, but were only moderately successful at finding food. I got water and crackers to have with the cheese we try to keep on hand, and we got some fruit. We had to leave before we could get some sandwiches. Crackers and cheese for supper again!! Maybe a few chocolate covered almonds... As long as I have water I can hang in there. Next stop La Paz.