1. No salgas a andar sin casco. Tu seguridad es primero (lleva tu celular para comunicarte en cualquier eventualidad).

Etter aa ha sittet 20 timer paa bussen fant vi ut at det var paa tide aa trimme skrotten. Vi fikk leid inn Franco, Rejas junior som privatguide og dro avsted paa offroadsykler til smaalandsbyer og oppover fjellsidene paa kryss og tvers av hele Salta regionen. Franco trodde han var i god form helt til han ble griseknust oppover bakkene av to spreke senioritas, noe han aldri hadde opplevd for! Underveis stoppet vi ved en liten innsjo og la inn en padletur paa programmet for aa lose opp melkesyra i beina.

Da vi hadde 30 km igjen klarte Elisabeth selvfolgelig aa punktere paa en kaktuspigg, utgjort, men Franco fikk vist hvilken mann han var og syklet Elisabeths sykkel 4 km paa flatt dekk til naermeste landsby hvor hele landsbyen ble engasjert i lappeaksjonen.

We were still in the beautiful city of Salta staying in our new home away from home, the family operated Las Rejas B&B. By the time we left, we were considered more part of the furniture than part of the family...

One day we decided to book a tour with the owner´s son Fran. He took us to the beautiful Campo Alegre Lake to go canoeing but we got a little more than we bargained for. Not only was the weather freakishly perfect, we were literally the only people there!

We effortlessly canoed from one side of the lake to the other. I barely had enough time to learn my right from left when we had slid into the lake´s premium parking spot.

When we got off the canoe, we noticed strange pink gelatinous looking formations all over the rocks. Fran pointed out that this was actually snail caviar. Unfortunately though the snails themselves were not pink...

Fran, an esteemed member of Friends of the Mountains (or some such group) was in a privileged position of being able to lead us up a hill, any hill of our choosing, which did not have a marked route. We were clearly satisfied at mounting this virginal hill.