Well….no luck getting tires or motor oil in salta. The oil is over double the price in the states and only one tire was available in our size we need two, and the price was three times the price in the states but twice the price from chile. So now the plan is to continue south and into Santiago chile for a better price and availability.Three hours looking for tires and that was enough of salta for us. We headed south through small towns and then into the mountains. The mountains look like the scenery in Arizona or utah.
As we make our way through the mountains we come across a building off the road that says ceramica painted on it and people outside tending to what looks like a big oven. Since maxxx likes to make ceramics I radio and ask if he wants to stop. He says that could be cool. We turn around and pull in. We walk over to the ovens and sure enough they are home made kilns that they have little fires in and will let the dirt clay dry for four hours. They seal it all up with mud.
We are curious and ask about their supplies so he shows us. There are sacks of what look like slabs of rocks that is actually the clay that they get from the local hills, he shows us barrel is the raw clay slabs that have been soaking in water, looks like clay now. He also shows us the glaze he collects from the hillside as well to use for color. He also says they use goat guano-dung in the firing process to turn the clay black. The kids tell us the water in their barrels comes from the ground.they are totally off the grid and get power from a solar panel and use batteries to store the energy. Their refrigeration is from a propane gas refrigerator.
The dad invites us to sit down and have some mint tea with him and his three boys. They bring out some Brad and tea and we talk about his ceramics and translate English and Spanish words. Things like animal names, bread, motorcycle. The basic stuff. His kids are enjoying asking us questions, some we understand and others we don’t. When we don’t understand they go at it from a different approach and usually we end up understanding. The youngest son is a total goof ball and is fun to watch. He likes the word donkey that we translated. It’s difficult foe them to say en g Kisha words as it was for us to say Spanish words. The mouth and accent takes some time.we buy a couple small bowls and he gives me a small container that i like, it has a small piece broken on it.we say our good byes and head off.
The road into Cafayate is very scenic and a few shallow water crossings that are red from the sand. The bikes and us from the knees down are red. It looks like we’ve been riding some rugged terrain, but it wasn’t. The area and town of Cafayate is wine country. Big vineyards and lots of tours. The town feeds and shelters all the tourists. Many Europeans here. Not a backpacker in sight, quite a few families.