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After a decent night's sleep and a dinner that consisted of Doritos and dip because both of us were to tired to venture out for food, we got a taxi to the station to get a bus to Salta.
The bus system is fairly erratic and we waited for over an hour for ours to turn up, although we were told "diez minutos" on at least a couple of occasions.
The journey itself was fairly uneventful and the bus was very nice, we had reclining seats upstairs at the front of the bus.
On arrival to Salta, we were handed a pamphlet for a hostel, but we decided to have a search for ourselves, we got the taxi man to take us to the middle of town, but when we arrived to where we'd requested, we decided that it was possibly a little bit on the wrong side of the tracks and asked the taximan to do an about face and head back to the hostel that we'd been given the pamphlet in the first instance.
We strolled into town to have a bite in a café on the plaza. Apple pie was on the cards and it was divine.
After organising to meet up with the guys for dinner, we strolled around trying to find some new sunnies before we headed to the Uyuni Salar (Salt Lakes). I managed to embarrass Jill significantly when my Spanish faltered and I pretty much ran out of an opticians. We searched some more and I eventually found an opticians that sold Oakleys. I probably paid over the top for them, but a decent pair of sunnies is important.
Dinner was fairly tame, we meet up with Paul, Steve and Mike and ate at a café on the Plaza again. We were all exhausted again and were due to get up at a sparrow's fart to catch our bus over to San Pedro.
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