Since there was really not alot of things to do in Cachi, I attempted to explore the hills behind my guesthouse (can actually see them when I open the windows); though I knew that objects often looked nearer than it should be. When I finally reach the summit of a hill, I felt hungry and decided to consume my lunch (yogurt, ham, bread and coke). While I was munching my ham and admiring the paranomic views of the valley, 3 hungry questions just came into my mind as if someone was talking to me in my mind).
"Why is one always hungry?"
No doubt it was a simple question (all human beings would be always hungry because food is needed for basic survival) but it kick-started alot of other complex thoughts. The
next question was, however, not so simple (at least to me).
"What do I need to do in order to ensure that I would not ever get hungry?"
Sad to say, one (in this practical world) must have the ability to find enough "food" to ensure basic survival. There are simply no shortcuts (do tell me if you found one though).
"Is there a place in this world where I would not ever get hungry?"
I look at the world map in my guidebook and noted that Argentina is hell of a distance from Sillypore (yah, I finally realised it now). After spending so much effort to get to the other side of the world, I realised I was hungry, feeling dry and still bounded by the need for basic survival.
My mind was perplexed by all these thoughts racing inside me. What was really wrong?
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2 boys were trying to gain my attention by pushing each other to the front. Kids are always such lovable (and willing) subjects for good photography.
- impressions of an unknown village east of Cachi, Salta, Argentina
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Thought this photograph turned out to be great; one would reach Cachi after crossing this bridge (across Rio Calchaqui).
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The night life (or the absence) of Cachi. The lights may be bright, but they somehow make me sleepy.
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My dinner of pollo (chicken) and papa fritas (french fries). Total damage was AR$15/S$7.14. Was feeling stingy and decided not to get a soft drink to quench my thirst.
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Iglesia San José de Cachi; built in 1796, is the main church for Cachi and is located beside the small town square. |
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The ideal way of spending the Sunday is to prepare a nice lunch on a parrilla (or grill). |
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El Tero archaeological site (on the bottom right); this was the site of the pre-colonial dwellings. Nothing much to ponder about. |
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Eating my yogurt for lunch. It was not that warm even though the afternoon sun was in full glare.
p.s.:
This was probably the single most important moment of my trip. |
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wyattwang.com doing it at Cachi (Valles Calchaquies), Salta, Argentina. |
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Had to admit that this was pretty lame. But I have to admit that all grown up men can still behave like young children at times (espeically when they are excitied).
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