Flying down the highway, we passed a small collection of mud brick houses set back off the road. Kids were splashing around in an above ground swimming pool, 2 beds facing the road were visible as the 4th wall of the house was missing, horses snuffled around and some tufty looking dogs started barking. We'd stopped to buy some homemade tortillas that were in a large wooden box, stacked up beside the road. Yep, most likely covered in a thin film of dust, and they kinda tasted quite rough, but it was all part of the 'experience'. Sofia enjoyed knawing on her 'big pane' and it kept us going for a few hours.
We were driving from San Juan to Cordoba and man, it was even drier than Mendoza! The desert set in and we kept passing groups of horses and goats grazing on bushes (and sand) beside the roadside. And yes, sadly there was enough evidence of the casualties off this practice.
We drove through the tiniest of towns that appeared poverty stricken. Again, lots of mud brick houses but a few did have horse racing tracks - in long straight lines and including the metal starting gates! At least the weekend entertainment was covered!
A strange practice that left Ale and I a little bewildered, was seeing little children, far from any townships, standing under trees 500 metres apart, waving empty bottles of water at passing vehicles. Very weird.
And finally, the cacti set in ... for miles.
We were expecting to arrive in Cordoba early, but it ended up being quite late. Steak dinners beside a lovely canal and soft beds ended pur day perfectly.
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