“Augh! Only 7 more hours til BBQ!”
We rolled into Tilcara, a tiny Argentinian village 3 hours south of the Bolivian border, to find a happy trio sitting around the table, eating copious amounts of gourmet-looking pasta, and raving about how they couldn’t stop eating despite how full they were. Yes, the trio was the honeymooning couple Mike and Laura, and their recent travelling buddy and chef extraordinaire (he literally studied food engineering) Eddy. Long story short, our one night stay in Tilcara turned into 3, and the blame rests firmly on the shoulders of these three.
Laura, the half-french half dutch blonde regaled us with stories of their travels thus far, watching our eyes grow big with excitement when she described the awesomeness that was their time in Bolivia. She also became an expert Perudo player overnight, and taught us that it is really impossible to tell when the dutch are lying. Mike showed us his true mettle when he nearly melted after eating a Locoto, a super spicy Bolivian pepper. He also disappeared around the corner to emerge covered in coal, with a raging fire going for the BBQ. Eddy, in between emphasizing every statement with a very loud ‘augh!’ spent the little time that he wasn’t cooking dreaming and talking about cooking. He taught us the word Aubergine, german for eggplant, and that rapidly became the new nickname for this long-haired crazy. Besides making two epic BBQ meals at the hostel, we hiked up to Garganta de Diablo and took a very crowded bus over to Pumamarca to see the hill of seven colors. Thanks to their input, we have added the Potosi Mine, The Death Road, and Rurrenembaque (Bolivian Amazon) to our list of destinations.
We head north, they head south, though we plan too look each other up if we are ever in each other’s home countries. Such is the way of making friends while traveling.