After lunch Ezequiel and I said adios to Delfina who was continuing her exploration of the north west. In Salta, a mere 4 hours down, I bade farewell to Ezequiel who was flying back home to Buenos Aires. We will all gather again when I reach Buenos Aires in December of January.
I have decided I have time to linger a while in Salta, and will take some Spanish lessons, as I recognise my tourist phrasebook Spanish is not good enough for really getting to understand and appreciate this part of the world.
