Thursday, December 1, 2016

an Juan Province at the westernmost edge of Argentina, near the border of Chile, is like a giant sandbox at the tip of an endless desert's tongue. The colour palette of this landscape receives the least amount of rainfall and highest sunshine duration in the country. It is a perfect place for those, who have grown tired of their worn-out urban beds, littered with bad habits of modern cities and are keen to crawl through the wilderness on all fours. That is why we decided to arrange a trip and take a flight from Buenos Aires to San Juan, which lasted for about two hours.

Thursday, December 1, 2016

decided to come to Buenos Aires as a respond to my friend's invitation, who - unlike me - came here with a mission: to run the Bs. As. marathon. So, I said 'why not', not knowing that this city will totally impress me with its charm and completely unaware that one day I will be writing a blog about it.

Thursday, December 1, 2016

hen Earth gave birth to her most beautiful children, her amniotic fluid must have broken on this very spot. How else could these South American cascades, one of the biggest in the world, so vociferously draw attention to themselves even at the distance of 25 kilometres?

Thursday, December 1, 2016

a Rioja Province unfolded before us like a brick-coloured landscape with snow-capped Famatino Mountain, which seemed like a castoff bride.

We came here also to try the typical 'mate' tea. Our guide Marcelo, a charismatic middle-aged man, with long grey strands tied up in a pony tail, told us that “yerba” – its ingredient – can only be purchased in Argentina. The gauchos from Patagonia and Pampas would surely agree that this bitter beverage is quite a treat when taking a break in the shade cast by cacti. Marcelo took a package of herb powder out of his pouch.