Steak, wine, and waterfalls: Salta to Iguazu

Salta, a colonial city in Argentina’s northwest, was home for the next few days. San Pedro had been a tiring experience, with a noisy dorm, and excursions starting hours before dawn and going on into the night. Trying to keep some control over our budget, empanadas had been our primary source of (delicious) food. In Salta we crashed,  lazed, indulged in the biggest, most delicious steak of our lives in a buzzing neighbourhood restaurant, enjoyed cheap good wine and freshly cooked meals in the hostel kitchen and leafy patio garden, and plotted our logistics for the upcoming Brazilian leg of our trip which coincided with the high season over Easter. We failed to see or do a single touristy thing in the city, beyond the steak, but soaked up the bustling evening atmosphere when half the city seemed to be enjoying their daily promenade on our walks to and from the supermarket.

Suitably rejuvenated after a few days, it was time to move on. Another night bus awaited us, this time for a 16 hour journey to Posadas, which we boarded in the early afternoon. We settled in to our seats at the front of the top deck, and watched the suburbs give way to lush tropical farms and countryside. In the glow of the late evening sun parrots flashed green and red in front of us. As night fell, dinner was served, with cold meats, cheeses, and bread making a change from the Peruvian chicken and rice bus staple. But then….we were served a second course! It might even have been chicken and rice. Then we were offered some wine. As if on a night-time safari we sipped our Argentinian white, and watched as nightjars rose up from the road in front of us, a snake slithered across our path, and a furry bottom disappeared into the undergrowth. Once in Posadas the next morning we switched onto another bus for a further 5 hours to Iguazu. We were pretty tired on arrival in the heat and humidity at our Iguazu hostel, but went for a wander to the tri-border viewpoint over the Iguazu river, looking across to Brazil and Paraguay.

The next morning we were up early, to be at the Iguazu park entrance when it opened at 8am. It was a beautiful day, and in the cool and quiet of the morning we virtually had the lower circuit of walkways among tropical trees to ourselves. Argentina (9)

We saw toucans and vultures, rainbows, got our first soaking from the spray of the falls, and had a late breakfast picnic of bread, honey and kiwi fruit sitting here:

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Then to the upper circuit, taking in more waterfall rainbows, before joining the throngs that had caught us up for the train to the Devil’s throat walkway.

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Another picnic pit-stop for lunch, and then we headed out along the 1km trail over the river, spying turtles and catfish, and the rising plume of spray from the falls at the end. Standing above the immense cauldron of water falling beneath you was spectacular, and we got soaked to the skin time and again.

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The next day we made a day trip to the Brazilian side, this time under a cooler, moodier, cloudy sky. We looked back at where we’d been the previous day, and got up close to the Devil’s throat falls from beneath them this time, with another drenching. We spotted flocks of swifts swirling in the rain and spray, before flying straight through the walls of water to their nests behind them. Then it was back to the hostel, to get ready to head to Brazil, for real this time, the next day. Argentina (22)Argentina (26)Argentina (27)


San Pedro de Atacama to Salta

Despite being in the middle of the driest region on earth, we set off to explore some lakes before bidding San Pedro de Atacama farewell and heading onwards to Argentina. First, we explored the salt lakes that are vital habitat for flamingos. The lake was slowly evaporating, leaving behind encrusted salt, in the midst of a vast salt plain. Chile (69)

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Then it was onwards to the Altiplanic lakes at 4500m, vivid blue water reflecting the fiercely clear sky, ringed with tough green grass and small herds of vicunas.

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The next day we packed up and set our sights on Argentina, boarding a bus to take us up and out of the desert, over the Andes, and down the other side to Salta, a colonial city in the northwest of the country. We drove up high enough to pop our bags of crisps, past volcanic peaks, including one marking the border with Bolivia, a tantalising glimpse of a destination for next time. We passed lakes ringed with bright white salt, strange rock forms emerging from the desert, spotted vicunas, and somewhere up in the mountains we crossed the border into Argentina.

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Then the descent, by which time we were on the verge of dozing off, but our eyes pinged open when we realised we were in the middle of a brilliant white salt plain stretching into the distance.

Chile (93)Sometime later we entered a dense bank of cloud, and then started making our way down a series of hairpins. As we emerged from beneath the cloud giant cactuses dotted the canyon-like hillside, which gave way to a valley of pink, red, and purple striped hillsides. We had entered the UNESCO World Heritage valley of Quebrada de Humahuaca. As night fell rain started pouring, a welcome relief from the dryness of the desert. We drove onwards for a couple more hours, this time through urban and agricultural lowlands, streetlights and car lights illuminating the raindrops on the windows, and making the earlier succession of natural wonders seem impossible.

Quito to Rio: crater lakes, volcanoes, and inching our way up to 5000m

Quito sits high in the Andes, in the north of Ecuador. We ended up staying there on four separate occasions, in between excursions to cloudforest, volcanoes, and the Amazon rainforest. We became fond of our favoured hostel, Posada del Maple, and the tiny restaurant of just four tables run entirely by a friendly but slightly melancholy man, where we would go for a delicious dinner.

For its relatively small size, by South American standards, Ecuador’s geographical diversity is extreme. If you want to see as many habitat types as possible within as small an area as possible, Ecuador should be your destination. The Andes run north-south down the length of the country in two parallel cordilleras. High peaks (Chimborazo, at 6310m, being the highest), erupting volcanoes, and high altitude plateaus give way to the western and eastern slopes dropping down to sea level (or near enough, in the case of the Amazon basin). The peaks are so high that they have formed an effective barrier between west and east for numerous species. As a result of this isolation, many species have evolved separately on each side: species on one side will often not be found on the other. The forest starts high and stunted, before transforming into lush and permanently shrouded high elevation cloudforest, and then emerges from the clouds as tropical forest. Not only are these forests highly diverse, but their differing species composition mean that overall diversity is higher still. And the habitats do not end there. The Amazon extends eastward, while in the west coastal rainforest gives way to mangroves, the coast, and 1000km away, the Galapagos Islands. Over 15% (1600 species) of the world’s birds can be found in Ecuador, and it this level of diversity that has led to Ecuador being declared one of 17 megadiverse countries in the world.

Our next destination was a couple of hours south of Quito, the small town of Latacunga. Driving along the Pan-American Highway, the route took us through the ‘avenue of the volcanoes’, but sadly they were all invisible in the clouds. We arrived in Latacunga at Sunday lunchtime, to find a hot, sunny and sleepy central square.

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The town seemed pleasant, but largely deserted, and we found a friendly little hotel to stay in overlooking the square. Later, as the heat gave way to fat raindrops, we took a taxi to a shopping mall on the outskirts of town to pick up some food supplies. Everywhere in town was shut, so we were surprised to learn that the shopping mall would be open. Its large plate glass windows looked at odds with the low, ramshackle buildings spreading out from the pretty town centre. Inside, the whole town was there. It was buzzing with families. Rain started leaking through the roof. We found a huge supermarket and stocked up, and as we stepped back outside we caught a breathtaking glimpse of Cotopaxi rising above thunderous storm clouds. This was our main reason for visiting, to see Cotopaxi and another volcanic sight, Quilotoa crater lake.

First we headed to Quilotoa. This meant driving up a winding road, higher and higher, leaving Latacunga (at 2670m) far below us. All around was a patchwork of vivid green, with cultivated fields extending up and over every possible hillside. We paused for the requisite souvenir shop stop, unavoidable on any tour, but also highly valuable for local communities to benefit from tourism. Inside were original paintings, Andean scenes, women in traditional dress, an Andean take on Noah’s Ark.

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Most striking of all was a huge picture of an Amazonian scene. We weren’t allowed to take a photo of it, but what was so arresting, other than seeing the depths of the jungle portrayed here high up in the Andes, was that it was not a celebratory image. Oil leaked from a pipe, flames glowed in the distance, an oil drum floated on its side. Texaco was named and shamed. Ecuador’s relationship with oil extraction from the Amazon is something for a later post, but it was interesting to see that even here it was a highly emotive subject.

Quilotoa itself is a stunning lake, surrounded by the jagged rim of the caldera. We were now at 3800m, the highest of the trip so far, and we coated ourselves in sunscreen and set off for the descent to the lake and back. Our tour guide was hopeless, so it was only later that we learnt that it is still active, and that if you look closely you can see bubbles rising from the depths.

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Quilotoa crater lake Ecuador

The next day we set off for Cotopaxi. Low clouds had meant that other than our glimpse from the shopping mall, we hadn’t seen Cotopaxi at all, so we were excited to wake to a bright and clear day.

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Cotopaxi is 5897m high, and is still active. Treks to the summit, with a midnight start from the refuge at 4800m, are popular, but we weren’t quite ready for that. Instead, we were heading to the glacier line at 5000m. Even getting this far was a breathtaking challenge, from the low oxygen levels alone, and the views were stunning. The altitude was deceptive, as the valley floor was about 4000m high. From the slopes of Cotopaxi we could see numerous other volcanoes, and it felt like we were on top of the world.

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View from Cotopaxi volcano Ecuador

The ground turned from ash to an iron-rich red before disappearing under the ice. We toasted our success with a shared cup of aguardiente on ice from the glacier, and watched a fox walk along a ridge above us. Clouds began to blow in as we started our descent.

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Then it was a return to Quito once again, before an adventure into the jungle…

Quito to Rio: the cloudforests and hummingbirds of Ecuador

We landed in Quito just before midnight on New Year’s Eve, watching tiny fireworks silently exploding over the city. At that point, the full extent of our plan was to reach Rio in time for a return flight 15 weeks later. After a couple of days wandering in a jet-lag and high-altitude daze around Quito’s busy streets, we escaped to Mindo, two hours away by bus. This journey took us up and out of the valley in which Quito sits between volcanic peaks, and then wound down into the wet and lush cloud forest on the western slopes of the Andes. Mindo is a quiet little place, surrounded by forests and hills which often disappear into the clouds. We arrived in the rain at dusk, and made our way along virtually deserted streets to our accommodation at Cabanas Armonia. This is an orchid garden masquerading as jungle, and we were led to our little cabin, one of a handful tucked away amongst the plants. After the dry, thin air of Quito, the humidity, the smell of the wet vegetation, and the chorus of frogs, were wonderful.
The path to our cabin, Cabanas Armonia, Mindo, EcuadorPrivate ensuite cabin with hammock, Cabanas Armonia, Mindo, Ecuador

Highlights of our stay at Cabanas Armonia included lazy birdwatching from our private hammock, with toucans and hummingbirds among the many species that regularly passed by. Wandering through the garden finding some of the roughly 200 species of orchid that are grown here was fascinating. Orchid cloudforest Mindo Ecuador

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Breakfast Cabanas Armonia Mindo Ecuador

The family that owns Armonia maintains feeders for the hummingbirds, and these tiny birds drink litres of sugar water between them every day. Watching and listening to them whirr, chirp and squeak is hypnotic. 

And catching them with your camera becomes an endless challenge.

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Hummingbirds have co-evolved with the flowers that they feed from, sometimes resulting in such close relationships that the length and curve of a beak perfectly matches the dimensions of the host flower. This ensures that the bird has access to nectar and the flower is guaranteed a pollinator. However, in other cases, as in one frequent visitor to a flower next to our cabin, species bypass this reciprocal relationship and simply pierce the base of the flower to access the nectar without any pollination benefit to the plant. Hummingbirds were a frequent sight on our Andean journey south, through Ecuador and Peru, and as ever Attenborough explains it best:

In between poring over our guidebooks and hatching a tentative plan to visit Ecuadorian jungles, volcanoes and colonial cities en route south to Peru, we went for walks in the countryside around Mindo. Strolls along the roads leading out of town led through verdant green valleys, coffee plantations, dripping tropical vegetation, and sightings of gaudy tanagers, toucans and aracaris, and a stunning quetzal. We took a rickety ‘cable car’, more accurately a cage on a wire, across a steep valley to walk along trails that linked a series of waterfalls in the forest. And we tried to reconcile the warmth and tropical surroundings with Twelfth Night celebrations in the church, and the curious nativity scene outside it.

On our way back to Quito a week later we had arranged to visit Bellavista Cloud Forest Reserve, 1000m higher up the mountains than Mindo. We got off the bus at a small village called Nanegalito, and were quickly approached by the driver of a pick-up truck taxi who drove us up the steep and winding single track lane to the lodge. The lodge is an incredible place, within a private reserve that protects 700 hectares of hugely biodiverse cloud forest. There is an extensive trail system, comfortable accommodation, excellent food, and it is renowned for its birding. Such luxury and biodiversity meant that the lodge itself was way beyond our tight backpacker budget – but it is still possible to stay and explore the reserve: a small research station doubles as basic hostel accommodation, but incredibly, very few people make use of this. This is a big shame because the forest around Bellavista is like nothing we had seen before – huge tree ferns, and trees dripping with multiple layers of vegetation, shrouded in ethereal mist and cloud which sometimes broke to reveal the  precipitous view down to the valleys below. The trails were easy to follow, and took us up and down steep ravines to hidden streams. Bellavista cloudforest Ecuador Bellavista cloudforest EcuadorBellavista cloudforest EcuadorBellavista cloudforest Ecuador

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Ecuador (108) Ecuador (102)The research station accommodation was basic, but we had a warm bed and a hot shower, and pots and pans to cook with over a gas stove. Fellow residents included scientists from the States, their Ecuadorian research assistants, a couple of temporarily captive birds that were the focus of their studies, a sink-full of beetles collected for a small project, and a noisy mouse who helped itself to a chunk of banana in the kitchen. The captive birds were, of course, early risers and woke us from their room next to ours with an ear-splitting duet at dawn. Electricity is from a generator that is only run for a few hours a day, and as we were virtually on the equator it got dark about 6. Evenings were spent quietly by the light of candles and headtorches, listening to the myriad noises coming from the forest.  Ecuador (97) Ecuador (96)Ecuador (95) Ecuador (94) Ecuador (93)

It was the duetting of the birds that interested the scientists, as explained by Dr Eric Fortune in this video. The song he plays is the one that woke us each morning. It would wake the dead.

After ten days of cloudforest meanderings we made our way back to Quito, pausing to pose at the equator for a photo, bedraggled in wet and muddy clothes from the last hike along the trails that morning. Everything we had was damp, and had been for days, and just as the humidity had been so welcome after the dryness of Quito, returning to dry land was also a great relief after such a soggy time. Our clothes soon covered every available surface in our hostel room, and were dry by the morning.