Cordoba, to be perfectly honest wasn't all that great I'm sad to say. Those that had been before raved about the nightlife and informed us the town was as beautiful as Cafayate. Perhaps it is, normally, but we had only had one day to explore Cordoba and that just happened to be a Sunday. Nothing is open or working on a sunday and it was more like a ghost town than a university city. We had driven twelve hours to arrive and it was going to take us twelve hours to ...

After we had succesfully crossed the border we drove for approximately five hours before reaching Salta. We arrived unexpectedly late and we were forced to camp outside of the city as a consequence. As soon as we arrived Dan began sniffing out the meat and within an hour of being in Salta we were ordering dinner in one of Salta's best known steakhouses. I'll spare you the details but three bottles of wine and three kilos of beef later we were carwling into our te...