Don´t cry for me

Hola,
I´ve got a bit much to say as usual so I´ve decided to do this in installments, and make this a short intermediary post, by way of catching up. I think we left you in Cordoba, Argentina, and we´re currently somewhere bizarre in Bolivia - so I´m going to take you on a short trot up to the Bolivian border, and then I´ll do Bolivia in a seperate post because it deserves some extensive attention of its own.
So, after Cordoba we travelled up to Salta which was an amazing place with a happy happy vibe and loads of squares and cafes to laze around in. And churches. It has a big pink cathedral which contains a mary that looks like Adriana. There is also the ubiquitous south american cable car to the top of the nearest hill where you get this view of the city. Salta is very cool and has some top bars. Here we are with all the fabulous people from our hostel. I won´t name them all but you know who you are... currently scattered all over South America as we all went in various directions after that. Just outside Salta the countryside starts getting very Andean and we saw our first cactuses (MANY more to come folks, don´t worry). Here´s Rico in a cool mountain village we went to. This was our first brush with altitude and it wasn´t even that high, maybe 2500m. Prepare yourselves for lots of altitude statistics in the Bolivia post, I´m slightly obsessed with them. Don´t worry I won´t do a spreadsheet. We saw some Inca "ruins" which had been rebuilt, for what reason I have no idea, but it was a nice spot. It was a bit chilly high up so I bought a lovely alpaca jumper from the market for about a pound. It features quite heavily in forthcoming photos.
It was around Salta that the scenery started getting more spectacular. Geography fans might enjoy this piece of rock. This is a cemetary thing by some sort of mountain thing. And this was a place called Huamahuaca (that is definitely spelt wrong), a tiny village with a disproportinately large war memorial, which was a bit scary high. The altitude is quite fun though; you get light headed like you´ve had a few beers in the sun. Can´t complain about that really. We also visited a place called seven colour hill. Does exactly what it says on the tin. The only place that was a bit crap was Jujuy - the Argentinian version of Stockport. It did however have a fabulous statue. Check out the biceps on this lady.
And so, rather briefly, that was Argentina! (For now; We are coming back). After Salta we travelled by another plush overnight bus to La Quiaca on the Argentine/Bolivian border, which is where I´m going to leave you for now.
I will leave you with this picture of Robert Powell we saw in a church (hands up who remembers Jesus of Nazereth), and a goodbye from Zoe who can be seen here retreating into her new inca home.