In the north of Argentina is cross flows and air from distant worlds. It is here that people mixed with European peoples who already inhabited these lands when Columbus arrived. And despite the destruction, cancellation of ancient cultures there is something to resist.
The feeling you get in front of the Pachamama. Pachamama is Mother Earth, from which all proceeds, without which nothing can exist. It is in front of her that you feel small. True, like ants moving without being able to see the boundaries, sometimes taking a chance. Here Andes (although in reality this is considered only precordillera, say that I arrived only ten thousand feet ...) is perceptible, palpable our lowest.
And while the sea is immense, makes the idea of \u200b\u200bmovement, transport, calls to cross these mountains are static. They seem to say we are, you spend.
the Pachamama will offer their best products: coca leaves, wine, fruit and cigarettes (!).
The first true encounter with the Pachamama is in Tafi del Valle, a village where the tourist, however, does not meet anyone along the trail to the summit of the cerro. Only crosses, horses and sheep.
sagrada the city of Quilmes, where he lived the last people who was defeated by the Spaniards. The survivors were all deported to Buenos Aires. The more died on the journey. The city disappeared, but still - a local assured me - are held by the ancient rites of shamans memory.
Cardones Here are the masters.
In quebrada of Cafayate, where the weather have carved gorges of red fire. The surprise is to find the meeting Annual traditional musicians and dancers to listen Chacarita, zamba , Carnavalito .
surprised and also meet some Italian traveler to share a meal and a bottle of superb local wine.
proceed slowly with overloaded local bus, the driver who stops to greet everyone on the road through canyons and gorges, arid land of the yellow and red.
or move with a group of boys from Buenos Aires on a camioneta to continue the journey sitting in the cabinet, to get sand in your face but to enjoy a panorama of three hundred and sixty degrees, which is perhaps the best I've encountered on this trip (the best is yet to come, remember, the motto).
Persimmons, another characteristic pueblo, from the magnificent square full of botteguzze craft.
As always one of the most fascinating and which offers the best view is the cemetery.
a cache on a new journey and come down to these vast plains.
to eventually to the northern capital: Salta.
The city is very pretty (some even compared it to our Cortina, given the influx of tourists), with churches, palaces and a charming museum where they are preserved mummies of children sacrificed by the Incas 4 to mother earth. This is also Pachamama.
Again in a show of square dances and folk music.
anyone in particular appreciates the performance of the local tango singer.
Last day more and more to the north, to the Inca lands.
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