Laja Del Salta (Or the other way around) (the middle bit)

The next day it was back on the road and on towards the south. We muddled on to try to find somewhere to stay. On the way we stopped at a garage for some eats. I bought what I thought was an egg sandwich, but it was mushed up chicken. It was alright though and beggars can’t be choosers. He he.

We tried to book into some cabanas (mini houses to you and me), but the lady there had some very weird rules – come back at seven – then I charge you for only 12 hours – if you stay now – no you can’t stay now.. etc etc (obviously As Espanol). So again we headed off but the only problem was, it started to rain. Eekazoids – and boy did it rain. We kept going and going to see if it would clear until eventually we decided to call it quits in Laja Del Salta.

We stopped at these cute little wooden cabanas and rented one for the night. A very old man (who reminded us of Lurch from the Adam’s Family) put some wood on our fire in the house and withing a couple of hours, the gaf was roasting. Then the power went, me & Jim went to the shop for numerous candles and all was swell again in the cabin – mucho cosy – that is until the water went! Ah for crying out loud. So the crazy swiss went off to fill some buckets with water. Then We decided to make some warm food for a change and Manuel & Priska whipped us up some delicious pasta. We played some board games (we finally learnt how to play Ludo) and headed to bed, hoping the rain would have stopped by morning.

After much rain that night, and scary dreams of Lurch coming to chop us up we awoke to find it was still bloody raining. We packed up all our stuff again and admitted defeat. We would have to go all the way back north again without actually seeing the fantastic waterfall – the biggest one in Chile – we had come to see.

But lo and behold, by the time we had packed up the car – it had STOPPED raining! YAY. (well kindof – it was spitting). We drove up to the look out point and jumped out of the car, cameras poised. We finally got to go and look at the falls and take some pictures. Poor Jimbob slipped and fell and we nearly lost him, but thankfully he survived with just a mucky pair of pants.