Thursday, April 17, 2025

Cafayate

Cafayate is a tourist town founded in 1840 with 12,000 inhabitants so it has a bit of character and colonial charm but more than that it has wine. 

It’s a pretty town too.



General Guëmes is one of the national heroes that pops up all the time. He was the scion of a wealthy family but turned out to be a pretty good tactician on the battlefield. He was responsible in the war of independence from Spain for defending northern Argentina with General Belgrano against the Spanish. The rebels screwed up and split into competing factions and in 1821 Guëmes was shot in the back by a fellow Argentine. 





Layne went to get empanadas at the empanada shop, of course, but they saw me outside with the nuisance and weren’t we surprised when he was welcomed in. He sat  politely waiting with us for our order to be cooked. 




I don’t know if it looks particularly pleasant but for whatever reason we enjoy being here. It’s a small town in the middle of nowhere so we had to get our Rusty papers in the big city and they have to be used with ten days so we have a deadline to reach the Chilean border. More on that later but we will have to leave town on Saturday. 

Here he is again looking ferocious. 

Wine is for sale here. They grow the usual Malbec, Argentina’s most famous grape but Cafayate is known for torrontés, a white grape that does well in high altitude arid conditions.  

And they make ice cream too. 

Pistachio and white chocolate. 

And artisanal beer. 

As good as it looks. I don’t like IPA bitterness so this red ale tasted good to me. 





Wine tasting. Of course. 

We bought a bottle of white and rosé torrontés for $20 the pair. 

Rusty was resting at the campground as he doesn’t like the heat. We were going to bring him but he got on his bed and looked comfortable. 

Dinner was for grown ups only. Argentines eat late but we are Americans and we had dinner at opening time, 7 pm. 

Pacha, offering high end local cuisine, said to be the best eatery in town. 



The food tasted good and was well served, not surprising but memorable. Our first lentil pâté:

Croquettes of beef and goat cheese to share.  

Never had this before so this was a surprise. 

I started with pork and Layne had the beef then we swapped. 

Chocolate volcano to share. 
They did it right. 

$90 for dinner plus a cash tip and in the street we met Eeyore. Key West has chickens, Cafayate has mules. 



A short walk  home in the cool night air and Rusty was glad to see us. Always a great welcome. 



Wednesday, April 16, 2025

Quebrada De Las Conchas

We left our wild camp in the canyon down by the river around ten in the morning in the “Ravine of Shells,” the Quebrada de las Conchas.

I’ve given up expecting to  see locals camping now that summer is over but lo and behold as we rejoined Highway 68 someone was apparently planning an Easter Week break, possibly. 

It was an hour drive to the town of Cafayate and I couldn’t stop taking pictures so here you are. 



Ford ahead…wait for it. 

Clearly rainy season doesn’t do much good to the highway. 



They don’t make bridges here, they build cement fords called “baden” which curiously means “baths” in German. The fords make sense in desert country where rains bring debris and sudden floods but most of the year the area is dry and dusty. 



Another baden. And now you too can drive Argentina…if the aggressive incompetent driving doesn’t get you. Learn to pull over and let them by is my advice. 



































“Home made bread” so Layne inspected the premises. 

She said they had lots of souvenirs. 

We bought a loaf of bread. 










The start of town, things to buy…



Note the hints of autumnal yellow. 

“This is where the sun lives” and where they make wine. 

And this is the pretty little town of Cafayate as we shall see.