It was another overnight bus to Cordoba, where we arrived tired and battered and bruised from a rough trip.
As we had got to about twenty miles outside of the town we had seen one the best sunrises we had ever seen, with the sky turning a million and one different shades of pink, blue and gold. Then this was spoilt by the taxi driver we had being a complete twat.
We went back until early afternoon and when we did finally rise we spent the rest of the day just planning our next moves, which were to be to explore Cordoba and also go to Che Guevara's old house which has been converted into a museum.
As the weather wasn't too great and we had drunk one of our bottle of wine the night before, we decided to just have a stroll round Cordoba. Helen gets very bored looking at churches and things, and so do I, but I had to further my collection of statues that have a finger raised to the sky so I can compile my book of Statues of the First XI.
Ones!
We sat in Sarmiento Park for a while and looked at the funny parrot things, went to a few more churches including Paseo Buen Pastor and then later that evening we went and watched the Benjamin Button film. Whatever. We came home and had an egg sandwich; I was more moved by this to be frank.
The next day we got on a bus to Alter Glacia to go to Che's old gaff. We went with Bob and Gia, a middle aged couple whom we had met in the hostel the night before over an egg sandwich. The museum was quite good, but some of the translations were a bit naff and so quite a bit flew right over my head, but the well read Dagley helped fill in the gaps.
After a massive panic that our card was broken and we couldn't get any money out, we eventually found a machine that it liked and we got our tickets to move on up to Salta.
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