Our overnight site was interesting – It seems to be part
of an educational system for local children, set up by the owners off their own
initiative because they are dissatisfied with what is available within the system. We will not pretend to even understand the
half of it because he was so enthusiastic that he spoke in very rapid Spanish
that meant we understood very few of the details, although we certainly
understood the gist of it along with his enthusiasm !! But surrounded by geese and dogs and other
farmyard animals, and with the LOUDEST cicadas (or cigarras as I think they are
called here), we eventually slept !
This morning we packed up, and then went for a walk up
the little waterway to the “aguas caliente” pool – Although if that was hot
water I would hate to see cold water !!
Very pretty though, and obviously a great place for the local kids and
families to have a dip on a hot summer’s evening. After that, we set off down the road, with
the intention of cutting across to the west on highway 40 so we could drop down
through the Andes on some roads that we had been advised were very scenic.
Heading down Ruta 40, we were on the road by 9.30 and
passing through a number of small towns, kept our eyes open for a panaderia
where we might buy some fresh rolls for lunch, and maybe something sweet for
elevenses. Pituil had nothing, and there
was a gap until we ca to Chilecito, where on the way into the centro we passed
a shop with chickens Roasting in an oven – Perfect. We went on into town first in order to find a
panaderia, and after we had found that and bought some rolls (and a sticky bun
!), then, despite passing a couple more chicken shops, we backtracked to the original
one we had seen. It was just right – The
chickens were ready, the shop owner threw in an enormous bag of papas
fritas (chips) as part of the deal, and we then bought a bottle of local
Argentine wine for our supper ! We left
town munching on the chips, and they ended up doing us for lunch – When
combined with the sticky buns !)
Shortly after Chilecito we passed through Nonogasta where
we turned right, following Ruta 40 to the west. The road immediately started
climbing through some low mountains, and we were looking forward to getting across
to Villa Union about 50 kms away, tooted and waved as we passed a long-distance
cyclist coming down the hill– When suddenly we came over a brow of a hill and
there was a bull dozer in the middle of the road, and a man waving us
down. Basically he told us the road
ahead was closed and he did not know when it would reopen !! Aaargh !
After giving him the rest of our papas fritas for his lunch (I told you
it was a BIG bag !), we set off back down the hill after the cyclist, hoping he
could give us some more information on the road. We found him buying some food in a stall by
the road, his name was Thomas and he was from France and was heading north from
Ushuaia. Yes he had come through the
road, but it was impossible for a car – Even a 4WD like Troopie, he said – So
that was that. We gave Thomas some
coffee sweets we carry, and set off on a LONG loop of about 250 kms or more to
get us to Villa Union. We had been told
the roads to the west of Villa Union really were spectacular so we decided the
extra distance was worth it, especially since we had a couple of days up our
sleeve before we needed to be in Santiago.
First we were driving through lots of vineyards, and most
of the road south to Patquia was pretty flat and uninteresting. Then we turned west again and went through
some great gorges that woke us up and kept us going on this long loop. Finally we turned north on Ruta 510, and
entered the Talampaya National Park.
This took us through some more amazing rock formations before we finally
reached the Visitor Centre where we understood it was possible to camp – And
just right on time at 5 pm. We went in
and were stunned to find some really nice adobe buildings, a restaurant,
showers (hot), toilets, and much more – All in the middle of nowhere !! So we
enjoyed a cold beer in the shade and out of the wind on the verandah before
heading out to set up camp. There is a
designated area and we went over there but the wind out here in the desert in
the day time is just so strong that we could hardly even put the pop top up,
let alone the awning out the back ! So
we moved over into the shelter of the toilet block, about 5 feet outside the
camping area, but there was no sign to say “No parking”. No one else at the visitor centre by now
except a single night watchman. No one
else camping. No one else anywhere.
And just after we had got everything set up, pegged out,
and were cracking a beer, over he came and told us we couldn’t park there, and
we had to move over 5 feet, back into the teeth of the wind again. I am afraid I did what I do best and spat the
dummy big time ! I have to say this is
the very first time since we were in Cartagena trying to get our car out of the
port that I have met anyone who was so stupid and intransigent – Especially
since there wasn’t another soul within 100 miles. Typical case of what I call “car park
attendant” syndrome – Totally inflexible – And he should know, he has a uniform
and a peaked cap on !!
Anyway, we moved, and set up again, and then after a
quick supper we sat and watched the beautiful sunset over the desert. Later, when it was dark, the stars were just
magnificent as there were no city lights for miles – But it was too late for
me, and I was in bed sound asleep !!
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