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Replica Tripping Through Argentina’s Salta Province for sale online

Tripping Through Argentina’s Salta Province Martin Miguel de Gemes International Airport, located at the foothills of the Argentine Andes, is a very long name for a very small airport. The place is so modest you might confuse it for a bus station, if not for the duty free shops selling vodka by the gallon. When I arrived, there was almost nobody there, unless you count a few stray dogs and my driver, Juan, a sturdy cowboy leaning against his truck, chewing on the kind of coca leaves that are ground up to make cocaine.”Is that safe?” I asked in broken Spanish as he threw my bags into the truck’s cab. He shrugged. “You wouldn’t say, ‘I’m not going to eat grapes because it’ll make me drunk.’ ” He had a point. And so when he offered me a leaf, I obliged. I’d come for a five day road trip along Ruta 40, the country’s answer to Route 66, which runs the length of Argentina and is a national point of pride, despite long stretches where it has somehow never been paved. Cmo se dice, giddyup?What’s remarkable about the landscape in Salta was how quickly it changed from flat, green fields to mountains made of angry red rocks. We had plenty of time in the car, and as I sipped yerba mat from Juan’s gourd, I caught up on some local politics with him. Halfway through the first day, we stopped at the Hill of Seven Colors, a geological wonder that some say is like a watercolor painting of a woman’s skirt. After I ate some llama, a local delicacy that tastes like gamy beef, I napped hard for an hour. When I finally came to and glanced out the window, it looked like I’d landed on the moon.”Las Salinas Grandes,” Juan said, as if that somehow explained what I was staring at. I stepped out of the truck and threw on my sunglasses, trying to take in 2,300 square miles of blindingly white salt flats at the foot of the Sierras de Crdoba. The sky overhead was mythically blue and I dropped to my knees, running my finger across the flats to taste the salt. There was nobody and I mean nobody around for miles. Juan saw me and smiled as if to say: Just wait.”Tomorrow,” he said, “we might see an ovni.” What the fuck’s an ovni? “Objecto volador no identificado,” he said, a flying object you can’t identify. Local politicians often campaign on a promise to finally pave it. But what’s the rush? Hours turned to days with stops at local inns and it was sometimes hard to keep up with the fauna. We passed through a Dr. Seuss like forest composed of cactus plants that stretched 25 feet into the air. But he’d offer wisdom if pressed. When I asked what American men should learn from Argentine gauchos, first he said, “How to work a grill.” Then he added, “How to date women.” By day four, though, he was the one cracking jokes. When we pulled off the road so I could go to the bathroom, he apparently called in to a local radio station and asked them to broadcast my name, warning listeners that there was a wild American on the loose. Salta region. Ruta 40 Quebrada de las fiechas. In the morning we picked up our local guide, a handsome 20 something cowboy named Rene Aban. For the next hour, Juan drove us over impossible, rocky terrain before we finally came to the start of the hike. “It’s maybe two hours’ walk from here,” Rene said, as condors circled overhead. While I was photographing the caves, which looked like Gaud Gone Wild, Rene produced a picnic table from behind a rock and cracked open two cans of beer. The place didn’t just look like Westworld; it started to feel like it, too. Luxury travel, I realized, isn’t about finding the best craft cocktail in a foreign bar. The co owner and vintner, Alejandro Alonso, a Gerard Depardieu look alike, appeared when we arrived, promptly announced the internet wasn’t working, and quit for the day, pulling up a chair and opening a bottle of wine. When I asked Alejandro to tell me when I might have luck spotting one, he smiled and muttered: “After the third bottle.”HOW TO DO THIS TRIP ON YOUR OWN: Fly into Buenos Aires, then take a two hour regional flight to Salta. Rent a four wheel drive vehicle (you’ll need it), and head north on Ruta 9 until you reach Purmamarca and Ruta 40, to the west. Black Tomato Black Tomato has mastered the high end, turnkey experience: Before departure, a package arrives with your detailed itinerary, info on guides, plus curated reading for the plane. A nine night itinerary, including time in Buenos Aires for a speakeasy tour, starts at $6,500.2. Jacada Travel Relative newcomer Jacada designs private journeys with the help of local guides. In Argentina, it offers a seven night, off road tour through the Salta Province promising sightings of pre Incan ruins and wild vicua, a cousin of the llama starting at $5,000.3. 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