Photos:A triple straight line means you definitely don't pass!
The rock formaiton between La Quiaca & Salta.
Searcing the bus and the passengers.
The South Americans love statues, even a hard hat becomes one in a mining town.
A specialty decadent dessert fron Salta.
Sunset in Salta - memories of the red sun in Montreal.
The pool at our hostel in Puerto Iguazu.
The pool deck.
I'm warm & I'm happy!
Sunday, Oct. 24
Pictures and the package to post story.
Peter is not feeling well, but we have packed up another box of extras and are to send it home - well to Cathy’s.
We get a box at the Super Mercado and get some tape from the gum-chewing, computer-game playing, watching television or chatting with her friends young woman who is “working” at the front desk. We get it all nicely packed and begin the walk downtown to mail it. But Peter needs to find a bank before we go to the post office. By the time we get to the main square where the banks supposedly are situated, Peter is feeling quite weak and has to sit and rest on a bench. He watches the parcel while I scout around to find a bank. I enter an extremely upscale shopping mall on the other side of the park and ask at a store where I can find a bank. As it turns out, the next street is the bank street with at least eight of them in a one-block area.
I return to Peter with the good news and he is still looking ashen. He goes across the pedestrian street to get a coke. It comes back up way faster then he drank it! We still don’t have money and have not been to the post office.
Now he is feeling a little better, so we walk slowly to the bank street and get some money. It is only two blocks to the post office, so we continue.
We arrive in the building looking as bewildered as foreigners usually do, especially when one of them just wants to lay down and sleep. A nice gentleman rushes out of his office and directs us to the counter where you can send parcels.
A portly mature lady comes to “help” us. There is a small problem. Well, more than one. First, our parcel must be wrapped in brown paper as are the others behind the counter. Also, it is .35 kg over the 5 kg wight, so we would have to pay for 10 kg. We also forgot that we need a photocopy of a passport! Silly us. Finally, they can not deal with our parcel until Monday, because they are closed tomorrow - Saturday - like all good postal workers worldwide, and they only take parcels from 8:30 a.m. until 12:30 p.m. and it is now after 1 o’clock.
Peter is feeling too sick to even be upset. We walk to the corner, hop in a cab, go past our hostel and get a grand tour of the neighbourhood before finding it, and Peter finally gets to go to bed and sleep the afternoon away.
Now for the good news. We flew from Salta to Puerto Iguazu with no hitches and we are now in paradise. We have decided to just chill-out here for about five days, maybe more. We will go see the falls, but not until Tuesday. Our plan is to go on two different days so we can walk slowly and just soak in the atmosphere.
Pictures and the package to post story.
Peter is not feeling well, but we have packed up another box of extras and are to send it home - well to Cathy’s.
We get a box at the Super Mercado and get some tape from the gum-chewing, computer-game playing, watching television or chatting with her friends young woman who is “working” at the front desk. We get it all nicely packed and begin the walk downtown to mail it. But Peter needs to find a bank before we go to the post office. By the time we get to the main square where the banks supposedly are situated, Peter is feeling quite weak and has to sit and rest on a bench. He watches the parcel while I scout around to find a bank. I enter an extremely upscale shopping mall on the other side of the park and ask at a store where I can find a bank. As it turns out, the next street is the bank street with at least eight of them in a one-block area.
I return to Peter with the good news and he is still looking ashen. He goes across the pedestrian street to get a coke. It comes back up way faster then he drank it! We still don’t have money and have not been to the post office.
Now he is feeling a little better, so we walk slowly to the bank street and get some money. It is only two blocks to the post office, so we continue.
We arrive in the building looking as bewildered as foreigners usually do, especially when one of them just wants to lay down and sleep. A nice gentleman rushes out of his office and directs us to the counter where you can send parcels.
A portly mature lady comes to “help” us. There is a small problem. Well, more than one. First, our parcel must be wrapped in brown paper as are the others behind the counter. Also, it is .35 kg over the 5 kg wight, so we would have to pay for 10 kg. We also forgot that we need a photocopy of a passport! Silly us. Finally, they can not deal with our parcel until Monday, because they are closed tomorrow - Saturday - like all good postal workers worldwide, and they only take parcels from 8:30 a.m. until 12:30 p.m. and it is now after 1 o’clock.
Peter is feeling too sick to even be upset. We walk to the corner, hop in a cab, go past our hostel and get a grand tour of the neighbourhood before finding it, and Peter finally gets to go to bed and sleep the afternoon away.
Now for the good news. We flew from Salta to Puerto Iguazu with no hitches and we are now in paradise. We have decided to just chill-out here for about five days, maybe more. We will go see the falls, but not until Tuesday. Our plan is to go on two different days so we can walk slowly and just soak in the atmosphere.
Chow for now.
Hi baba Hows grandpa now. Is he still sick. So spike is having fun on the trip. Don't worry I'll tell trevor. Pooch is doing great I sleep with him ever night and I think of you. Schools the best ever. I can play we will rock you on my flute. Our Halloween party is on friday I wish you were here to see my costume. I miss you a lot. Love hannah
ReplyDeleteHey Baba. Your trip is going really well acouding to your blog. I hope grandpa is feeling better. I hope you got my other email I sent. My drama play is on november 2. I'll tell you how it went after. Best wishes to you and grandpa. Love Douglas
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