No Sleep in Tafi Del Valle

We woke up at eight after rather a good night's sleep  - a novetly so far - and even that is despite waking up twice in the night to a heinous smell, produced either by me, by Al or both.
I felt bright as a button and chirpy for some reason.

We were first to emerge from the tent, since Argentinians aren't early risers. Noisy bugggers late into the night instead. I felt like giving them a taste of their own medicine by making plenty of noise in the morning. I don't have a stereo to put on at full blast, tuned to Shit.FM. or a motorbike engine to rev.

Al came back excitedly from the loos - not to tell me about some magnificent poo, but to tell me he'd seen a hummingbird. We went back with the camera but it had gone.

It's definitely cooler up here in the mountains - 16°C this morning.

 We did a load of washing this morning. It'll be nice to have clean clothes again.

Because Argentinian food is so bland, we've decided to do our own cooking, but supermarkets don't exactly offer much, either.

we had some fun and games at the bank today. We wanted to buy some dollars, so we joined the long queue that went to outside the bank. When we got to the counter, they said they couldn't sell any to non-account holders. We were taken to the ATM. We thought we might be able to withdraw dollars here, but it was only pesos. Did they really think we didn't know how to use an ATM?

Using banks abroad is often rather futile, but at least we didn't get the queue disbanded by armed men, like in India.
We checked on Google Earth what our next route entails, altitude wise. The campsite we're heading to is only 200m higher than this one at Tafi Del Valle, but Google Earth showed we have a road to follow that goes up to 3000m before dropping down to 2200. So, another 1000m climb. Because of that, we're going to take another rest day, even though the camper nearest to us has had his shit music blaring all flippin' day!

Al cooked up some pasta for lunch with onion, tomato, pepper and chorizo. Sad to say, it's probably the best tasting meal we've had in Argentina, excepting, perhaps the Arabian food we had in Famailla.

We spent the afternoon lounging around the campsite. I would say relaxing but we had a shithead blasting his pumping music from his car, with all the doors wide open. It's some sort of shitty cumbia music and what makes it even more annoying is that he has music ADHD. Each track plays only about 5 minutes before he hits next. Five minutes later he's gone to the next track, over and over again.

Al says I'm getting less tolerant. I disagree. I haven't killed this man yet.

We went out for dinner but I felt very unwell, as though I were running a temperature. I hardly ate. The restaurant where we ate had WiFi and I briefly chatted to Robyn on facebook.