Los Ladrones

Last night, we returned to our tent after dinner and the noisy Argentinians came over to tell us some kids had been through our tent and they'd chased them away. One was a Falklands veteran, which made for an awkward moment. Both were pretty drunk, shook our hands and kissed our cheeks umpteen times, wanted to invite us over for wine but we made our excuses. The 'ladrones' didn't take anything, so we reckon the story had been a ruse to come over.

In the morning we set off for Famailla. The road was flat, cyclable and it felt good to be on the bikes again.
We didn't feel like hanging about Tucuman campsite so it was a useful trip - back in the saddle for training AND away from Tucumán.

We found quite a nice hotel to stay. From here we plan to head into the mountains to El Mollar to have a look. We have a jiffy tummy though. We may turn around and come back to Famailla . It's a handy stop between a biggish town and some mountain roads for training rides.
We ate at a restaurant and it was Jamon Y Queso, which is all you ever get when you eat out. It was all that was available yesterday and that meal was so rich it took hours to digest.

Famailla town square