Back to Humahuaca

We have got used to lay-offs lately, so the fourth time the shock absorber gave out we took it pretty easy. What else to do, especially given that it was the day before Good Friday? John and Marcia escorted us back to the funny little town of Abra Pampa, where we knew we could make phoncalls and that kind of thing, then they went on north. We headed south again, back to charming Humahuaca, a colonial town with a strong indigenous flavour, in the high depths of the colourful Quebrada de Humahuaca.

Set up in the campground, it seemed the best we could do was get to know the town and make it our home for the next week or so. I got about researching and eventually ordering a new shock absorber - lots of internetting, emailing and phone calls - while Emily recovered from the sniffly effects of a week in the moist campground at Salta and took the place in.


We got ourselves a local restaurant, and tried a couple of other ones along with all the versions of local beer. We were both glad to be in a place where the Indigenous culture was strong. Finally, we saw menus which differed from the usual argentine selection, offering a range of traditional foods of the region. Llama for the meat-eater, quinoa for the more vegie-oriented (quinoa is a grain which was cultivated and spiritually revered by the Incas and their predecessors in the Andes). We sussed out the museum to learn of the pre-Incan and Incan history of Jujuy in a personalised guided tour.