Quebrada de Cafayate

We spent an afternoon being led around the Quebrada de Cafayate, a series of geographical oddities threaded like surreal multicoloured beads on the string that is Ruta Nacional 68. Once again, the thin air made walking a struggle, and the desert sun didn't help either. The landscape had a knack for making you feel your size, i.e. very small. Everything- Angie, the tour bus, the tour guide, the bloody tour group, looked very insignificant against the oxidised mountains rendered deep reds, greens and unearthly beiges by eons of chemical activity. Add to this the fact that our skin appeared to have turned green (eyes overcompensating for all the red in light reflected of the mountains) and it turned out to be a very, very unusual day of walking.