We crossed the border from Bolivia to Argentina in the late afternoon and as the sun set we hopped on a bus bound to Tilcara, about 4 hours south of the border. A waning cresent hung in the periwinkle sky, which quickly turned ink black. We watched Orion rise. When we woke up in Tilcara the next morning, we found we were deep in the Valley of Humahuaca (Quebrada de Humahuaca), surrounded by rough, multi-colored mountains.
That afternoon we took a bus to Salta, traveling through the rest of the spectacular canyon.
And you wonder why people eat so much steak in this country.
We crossed the border from Bolivia to Argentina in the late afternoon and as the sun set we hopped on a bus bound to Tilcara, about 4 hours south of the border. A waning cresent hung in the periwinkle sky, which quickly turned ink black. We watched Orion rise. When we woke up in Tilcara the next morning, we found we were deep in the Valley of Humahuaca (Quebrada de Humahuaca), surrounded by rough, multi-colored mountains. 
That afternoon we took a bus to Salta, traveling through the rest of the spectacular canyon.
And you wonder why people eat so much steak in this country.
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