The rush across Argentina brought us to the small town of Cafayate. The last fifty kilometres into the town took us through a wonderful series of valleys where the Earth's tectonic activity had pushed the land into all sorts of wonderful shapes. It was fantastic riding through the huge, brightly coloured hills.
From Cafayate we headed north, up part of Ruta 40, back on gravel road again for the first time for quite awhile. The scenery in this section changed quickly as we gathered height soon becoming very dry.
Unfortunately I paid a bit too much attention to the scenery at one point: a moment's inattention as we moved off from a scenic lookout saw me drop the bike and my ankle broke its fall. Net result, one very sore ankle, and our planned one night stop at Cachi becoming three as I recovered.
The one blessing of this is it has given me a bit of time to altitude acclimatize; Cachi is at 2300m and has 30% less oxygen than at sea-level and I really feel it, Gaby on the other hand loves it. It will be interesting to see how we cope with the 4000+ metre altitudes of Bolivia.
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