Trev and I bussed to Jujuy from Tucuman and found ourselves in the new town ready for a nap. After finding an empty soccer field, we rolled out our pads and enjoyed a few hours in the sun and shade.
Climbing, climbing, and more climbing. The road progressed steadily up-hill for a couple hundred kilometers.
We took a small detour to see the "Cerro de Siete Colores." I think we got there at the wrong time of day and found the little town to be more interesting than the seven colored mountains.
I´d never seen cemetaries quite like this before
I´m enjoying yogurt from a bag. It´s become a regular treat for us when we pass through a town and don´t have too much further to go. Oh, and the night before we camped on the Tropic of Cancer!
Rolling down the road, a rare descent into a beautiful valley in which we enjoyed a dinner of bulion, bread, and hot-chocolate.
Some of you might not have taken much notice when I mentioned frozen rivers before...
On the Bolivian border we´re reminded of how far we´ve come. I´m also a shinig example of just how much hair can grow in 5,000 kilometers.
It´s always fun for us to notice the cultural changes as we travel around, and some of them are more surprising than others. Look for the prize in this photo...
