The journey from Cafayate to Cordoba took a little while longer than I had initially planned. Cafayate is four hours South of Salta towards Cordoba, but to get to Cordoba from Cafayate we had to take a bus all the way back to Salta, wait for six hours and then catch the 14 hour “Golden Girl Express” to Cordoba. It was a long holiday weekend in Argentina and the bus was full of grandmothers who were headed home after visiting their families. All in all, it was a 24 hour journey from Cafayate to Cordoba including time waiting around Salta.
It was nice to hang out and explore Cordoba, a very cosmopolitan city in Argentina. There are a lot of nice museums, street art, cafés, parks, churches, pedestrian malls and at least one large university. On the morning after out 24 hour bus journey, we stopped and got cortadas (espresso with a little milk) and media lunas (croissant) at a café.
Then we decided to get haircuts since it had been a few months.
We spent the rest of the afternoon wandering around Cordoba getting lost and then finding our way. We went through the old town and down by the university.
That night we asked the hostel for a good recommendation for a parilla, since it was one of our last nights in Argentina for a while. We went to a delicious restaurant called Betos and ate too much meat. Way too much meat.
When we were walking back from dinner it started raining a lot so we ducked into a nearby bar to try to wait out the rain. There was a twelve piece synth-latin band playing on the tiniest stage I had ever seen. They were having a good time and the crowd was enjoying it as well. It was still a little dead since it was still early (midnight), so we found a cab to catch a ride back to Tango Hostel.
The next day, we walked over to the bus station and bought a ticket from Cordoba to Santiago, Chile. The bus left that night around 10:00, so we went back to the hostel, packed up our stuff and checked out. We spent the rest of the day walking around the pedestrian mall. We stopped a delicious local place that made empanadas and other comidas tipicas.
I ordered the humita and Sarah ordered the buscera. We wanted to try something local, but we had no idea what we were going to get. I plugged buscera into the translation app on the iPhone and it said buscera translated to “I grumble buses out.” I am not sure if it was an exact translation, but both turned out to be very delicious stews. The humita had masa, sweet corn, and cheese in it and the Buscera had cumin, pimento, chorizo and tripe.
After the very large lunch, we walked around the pedestrian mall and picked up some stuff before leaving Argentina. I hung out with this community dog, while Sarah was buying earrings.
Before long, it was time to head back to the hostel, pick up our bags and get to the bus station for our trip to Santiago, Chile. It was a very nice bus with huge seats that reclined flat and included some very nice meals (for a bus). They also served champagne, so it was a pretty classy ride.
The bus ride through the area around Mendoza and over the Andes to Santiago was very beautiful. The border crossing took about an hour and then we had to wait for a few hours at a tunnel on the Chile side of the border for some reason.
We got into the crazy Santiago bus terminal around 6:00 PM the next day. Naturally all of the ATMs were out of cash in the terminal, so I had to wait in a ridiculous line to change my remaining Argentina Pesos and some USD to pesos. It was good to finally be in Santiago.Follow @ndomke