Hi there everyone, so today was my first full day in Salta, but given how late/early I got in this morning (read Day 8 for details), I obviously would not be making a full day of it.
Surprisingly though, I woke up on my own at 10:30 AM and started taking care of practical chores like washing clothes and bathing. This took some time, and I also was not in a big hurry, so it wasn’t until 1:47 PM that I departed walking from my lodging at the corner of Lamadrid and Alvarado.



Nearby at 1:55 PM I saw La Mami Empanadas y Tamales. It looked like a simple neighborhood place which no doubt would have good food. When I walked in, I saw that the window where you order actually shows what appears to be a household kitchen, where two women were hard at work making the fresh tamales and empanadas. I ordered two tamales, 1 empanada de carne, 1 empanada de pollo and some sort of local red soda called Ice Granadina. Then, as directed, I sat down to patiently wait.
At 2:12 the tamales came out. During this whole time there was some sort of a local news broadcast on, and I noted that the reporters, especially the woman were very agitated about what they were reporting. I think it has to do with a missing boy named Loan.




At 2:28 PM I noted that the tamales were nice, quite different from the ones in Costa Rica, but still tasty. Although the room was small, there were several people still waiting for empanadas. Presumably the tamales are faster since they are prepared more beforehand and only need to be boiled, but there empanadas are either freshly baked each morning or throughout the day.
At 2:45 PM the empanadas arrived. They were very hot, presumably having only just then come out of the oven. Both were delicious.



Finally at 3:15 PM I paid and left to head back to use the restroom before going to the cerro a la virgen. I paid 4500 ARS cash, which based on my most recent currency exchange in Buenos Aires, was roughly equivalent to $3.63 USD
I was back in the apartment at 3:20 PM at the apartment and then 3:28 leaving, with the intention of walking towards Cerro de la virgen. I realized though that it was much further than I had thought, so at 3:37 I got an Uber. Even with a local public transport card, which I still didn’t have, it would have been very difficult to go this late in the day, because it would have been a 90 minute trip.
In Uber, it was much faster, and at 4:05 PM the driver was leaving me at the bus transport point, as no other vehicles are allowed from this point on. The bus you take there looks like a standard public bus, but it’s free to go up and down from this point. I paid the UBER driver 5000 even though it said 4000 on the app; he seemed like a nice guy and he certainly drove well. So the trip had a cost of roughly $4 USD with the tip included.

At 4:06 PM the bus headed further up the hill; there weren’t too many people. At 4:12 PM we had arrived. I noted that everything was incredibly organized. With that in mind and given the very small number of people, at 4:16 PM I was already in the short line to see the virgin, arriving at the viewing area at 4:21 PM.




This is In no way meant to take away from the sacred nature of the site for believers, but honestly it was way less impressive looking than I had expected. It seemed to be a thing to leave rosaries hanging various places around here. I presume first they do a full rosary prayer and then leave it, but I don’t know anything about the system.





Trying to understand what it was that evidently draws large numbers of people to this place, at 4:24 I was just walking around the area a bit. They have a huge human corral system so evidently sometimes this place is massively crowded, but definitely not now. Again at 4:32 I noted that rosaries seem to get hung on stuff all over. I wondered, how long do they get left and what happens to them when they are removed? As this is a religious site, presumably they don’t get thrown out. . . Perhaps they have some acceptable way to dispose of them. . . Saving them seems like they would have a mountain of them after some time, especially after a major visit.




At 4:31 PM I saw that there were these larger birds like the size of a duck or large chicken. They seemed capable of flight but to prefer walking. As I looked at these green structures, I just couldn’t figure out their purpose. I thought maybe they were some sort of open air confessionals. Sure enough, shortly thereafter at 4:44 PM I saw a sign pointing towards the green structures, and it said “confessions”.



Well, I had thought that perhaps by walking around everywhere in silent contemplation, I would come to understand the attraction of the site, but at 4:50 PM I realized it just wasn’t going to happen for me. Honestly, it was all very anticlimactic. Undoubtedly if there were a couple thousand people, all in silent prayer it would be a different effect, but as it was, being a non Catholic simple tourist, it was pretty and all, but not amazing.




Happily at 4:54 PM I did at least finally find an unobstructed view of the city; that was at least fairly impressive. For most of the area, the trees and shrubs block the view. From here I could also understand that the city of Salta was much bigger than I had initially understood. I sort of started walking down, and at 5:00 PM I thought I might have found an alternative walking path used down. I thought maybe this was what was used by serious religious pilgrims who come here. However, this is all complete supposition.



Continuing to try to understand the impact of the site on many visitors, at 5:03 PM I thought that if people really did respect all the “silence” signs when there are a few thousand people here, that would certainly be something to see. The area itself is quite large, so that would be a ton of silent people waiting hours and hours for their turn to see the virgin.

Walking down the pedestrian path, at 5:08 PM, I saw a couple of local people ignore the white tape which blocked access to the road, so I decided to do the same. While I could guess at the purpose of the tape, it didn’t say “Don’t pass”, so I reasoned it must not be a big offense.


At 5:14 I was now walking down the road, presumably to where the bus had picked me up previously. it didn’t take long, and at 5:28 PM I arrived at the bus area where I decided to just continue walking back to Salta city.



At 5:57 I was down to the start of the city. This section initially assisted to clearly be an upper class neighborhood, but as I continued walking, I refused my initial assessment to call it a mixed middle class and upper class area. Still, it was fully residential and without a doubt a nice place to live. I think this neighborhood was called Tres Cerritos. Here I sat reading in a small park until 7:47 PM and then decided that I should continue on my way.






At 8:24 PM I bought 5600 ARS in cash of various bakery items (4 media lunas, 4 of some sort of cheese and sausage pastry and a large, chocolate covered Alfajor) from a Virgen del Saliente bakery and cafe. I ate the Alfajor almost immediately while I was walking and it was delicious.



By 8:36 I was passing the Plaza de la Democracia and then at 8:46 PM the Plaza 9 de Julio. This second plaza appeared to definitely be a place I should return to the next day. There was a theatre and also many different places to eat.






Then at 9:02 PM I walked by the Paseo de las Poetas, which also appeared to have several good places to eat, even though it was much smaller. Finally at 9:09 PM I was back at the apartment and in bed by 10:10 PM



So there you go everyone, that was my first full day in Salta. Tomorrow I have an early day, since my first of four day-trip tours begins at 7:00 AM. Today was much more relaxing than yesterday, and while I didn’t see anything particularly amazing, it was still a good way to get settled into Salta. As always thank you for reading along, and don’t hesitate to put your questions and comments in the section indicated below. Finally, if this sort of detailed travel blog looks like something you’d like to see more of, go ahead and subscribe so that you never miss an entry.











































































































































































































































































































































































































































