Gorging on scenery

The day I arrived in Salta I walked around and found a hostel with a ping-pong table. Serious business, but not many competitors.
Salta is a beautiful old town with a big pink cathedral and tons of colonial era buildings. I hiked to the top of a hill on the edge of town and caught an excellent view of the city. Afterwards, I tried to bargain with a street vendor for a pancho, but like all my bargaining experiences in Argentina, was completely shot down.

Street Vendor "20 pesos"
David "OK.....10 pesos"
Street Vendor "no"
David "OK, OK, 15 pesos?"
Street Vendor "no"
David "A little less, come on"
Street Vendor "You buy it or you don't."

After Salta I took a bus to Cafayate - a small town near the Quebrada de Cafayate - a beautiful gorge reminiscent of northern arizona or southern utah. There are also wineries and vineyards there.
I found an empty hostel, rented a bike, and biked through the Quebrada. Awesomely beautiful.
Although after about 30 km, the bike seat felt like a rock. My ass hurt worse than that one time (GTT).
On the way back I stopped at a house that I thought was a cafe. The owner came out and I asked for a glass of wine - he poured me a shot glass of his home brew. It was one of the worst wines I have ever tried - I had one of those faces usually reserved for drinks with much higher alcohol contents. As I finished, he stared at me with an quizzical, happy expression that said "it's good right?"
David "Yeahhh...how much is it again?"
The next day I visited some petroglyphs on the edge of the gorge. Lots of goats.