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Through huge gorges, cacti fields and with the theme tune from big country going through my head, our bus headed for Salta where we were to meet up with (a now fluent) Matt once more. Salta was another big town in a sea of beautiful villages and I couldn't wait to get in and out, up into the mountains again. A night out to experience Pena, Argentinian folk music played by clusters of musicians whilst you sit and eat dinner. What an amazing night. Great food and a total mix of people all out late enjoying the music. A group of twenty somethings on a table behind us balanced gnawing on bread and meat with recitals of old folk songs sung at the top of their voice with the power and passion of the men who had written the songs all those years ago. This was a group of friends all gathered for food and a sing song. But this was no Kareoke, everyone in there had pitch perfect voices. Darn Argentina and their good food, love of tradition and ability to sing.


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