Just before I left for Jujuy, I wandered around the town square only to find the real Humahuaca; a quiet, tranquil (without all those day trippers) settlement along Quebrada de Humahuaca. The street paddlers were preparing to end their day by keeping their wares. To them, tomorrow would be another hopeful day again. Perhaps my first impression of this place was wrong, but maybe I just finally found the version of the Humahuaca that I desired.
Events were not really what I had expected when I got back to the province capital after a 3.5-hour bus journey. Other than finding the "entire" population having their eyes glued to the TV (Boca Juniors was playing Fluminense in Copa Libertadores), the weather had suddenly turned FREEZING cold! After shivering (with only my windbreaker) my way back to the guesthouse, I had my dinner of Raviolis (yes, it was the cheapest in the menu - AR$9/S$4.29) and watched what was remaining of the semi-final. Fell into deep slumbers after I got into my room, not knowing something more drastic (than the erratic weather) is going to happen tomorrow.
Chatted with the hostel staff next morning and realised that the temperature had dipped by 10°C (from 12 to 2). Just immediately after I left Residencial Chung King, I saw something interesting and took out my camera for some shots. What happened afterwards was devastating. Somehow, the camera just could not start up. After fiddling around with it, I broke into cold sweat and realised that my memory card was corrupted. This also means I may lose the photographs that I had taken so far (i.e. New York, Buenos Aires, Iguazú, Jujuy). Not a good prospect at all. :(
While Jujuy may struggle to impress visitors (as compared to Salta), it does have charms and attractions. But somehow I just do not connect to it. So what is there
for me from this point onwards? I still had not found my mirage even after half of my trip. It does not help when I may lose the photographs that I had taken. Only 7 alphabets describe what I felt at that moment; "despair".
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The evening view of Rio Grande, Humahuaca.
p.s.: Although Rio Grande literally translate to "large river" in Spanish, the river is merely like a little stream during winter.
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Was just trying to point to the location where I stood and "braved" the winds while I took photographs of Quebrada De Humahuaca.
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A man was carrying cartons of fresh vegetables down from the lorry.
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A Quechua woman standing in front of her adobe house; this has to be the best photograph which I had taken in this blog!
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The young girls were probably waiting for something while they chatted nosily among themselves and their giggles caught my attention. |
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A typical cobblestoned street filled with adobe houses in town of Humahuaca. |
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wyattwang.com doing it at the Monumento a la Independencia, Humahuaca, Jujuy, Argentina. |
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As the sun sets in Humahuaca, I proceed to the bus terminal and headed my way back to Jujuy.
- impressions of the basket court near the bus terminal and police station, Humahuaca |
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Everybody's was fixated on the humble TV as Boca Juniors were playing Fluminense from Brazil in the Copa Libertadores 2008 Semi Final Leg 1. The match ended 2-2.
- impressions of an unknown eatery in Jujuy, Argentina. Football, being the most popular sport in Argentina, can often cause a standstill when an important match is played .
p.s.: Boca Juniors were to be knocked out of the tourament after losing 3-1 in the return leg.
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wyattwang.com trying to check out the sights in Salta while he reads his Lonely Planet in the bus terminal of Jujuy.
Notice that I was wearing gloves (AR$4/S$1.90), my headgear (AR$8/S$3.81), a scarf (free from India) and thermal jacket (AR$25/S$11.90) - got it all from Mercado del Sur.
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