Angastaco was a strange place. We hardly slept and were pretty eager to get going by morning. Some weird architecture here too. That’s the thing about desert communities anywhere in the world – there’s always some guy who thinks of himself as a visionary architect.
We ticked off another stereotype while we were at it. Any where in the world you see Rastafarian hippies drive up in a vehicle painted in rainbows and peace signs, pile out in a haze of smoke, and start playing bongos and didgeridoo. Well, you know the vehicle.
Anyway, we just had a few hours to drive south to get to Cafayate.
Cafayate is known for 3 things: torrontes, tannat and malbec. We knew we were going to like it.
And once we got there, we did immediately like it. We found a camp site 3 blocks from the main plaza and set up. The Argentinian camping facilities have not disappointed so far. They are usually centrally located, have grills, hot showers, laundry sinks and lots of space. This one even had wi-fi and a hot water vending machine for your mate. And, the nearest winery was 2 blocks away.
In town, we also found plenty of ice cream stores with sorbet, so we figured Bode would be happy here for a while.