I stumbled on this town by accident. I needed to get from Salta (Argentina) to see my friends in Potosi (Bolivia). Having had an ‘adventurous’ time coming through the other boarder point, I was keen to find another crossing. Asking around the bus station,’Tarija’ seemed to be the answer.
I took the bus at about 11pm out of Salta (cost of 600pesos [$70/£45] paying in cash). This gets you to a boarder town from where you catch a taxi to the boarder (4pesos [$0.45/£0.30]- although the taxi tends to wait until it has filled up). The Argentine passport office is approximately 1km from where they scan your bags (like in most airports) and the bridge that crosses into Bolivia. Weird? Agreed.
When I arrived it was very early morning, the sun had not broken the horizon yet, so the landscape was shrouded in darkness. A coolness hung in the air as I stumbled across the bridge connecting the countries with my heavy rucksack. Strange to note I was totally alone. Slightly scary.
At the next point you go into a small single story crudely built office, staffed by one older man. On the Argentina side there are several staff with computers to scan your passport as they quickly see you through. The Bolivian man looked up from his paper with the expression- ‘What do you want?!’ Then gestured for me to hand him my passport.
Is it just me or the more paperwork you have to fill in the more backward the country? (I hope no Bolivians read this post) On entering you have to fill out three forms. It was strange on this occasion as the immigration office threw one of the forms back. The comment followed that unless I was bringing agricultural products into the country I didn’t need it. Even though A. they have always taken the form off me and B. there is a box to tick which says ‘Nothing to declare’ and then you sign it. I tried to reason A and B with the immigration office but he just glarred at me. Time to leave.
About an hour and forty five minute taxi ride from the boarder finds you in Tarija. As usual not a clue what I was doing. But I’d heard a good backpackers hostel was ‘Casa Blanca’ so asked the taxi man to drop me there. I found a big sign on the door: ‘We are full’. Bugger.
Fortunately it was still early in the morning, so not too hot. I lugged the backpack round the town for at least two hours. The other hostels seem to (alarmingly) be full or expensive. Wondering a little way out of the centre I stumbled across a hostel called ‘Gran Londres’. Being from UK I just found this comedy. It is dated but a friendly woman owner greets you on entering. You get your own private room but there is no WiFi or breakfast (although I wondered down to the main square to eat a reasonably priced breakfast and rinse their WiFi) for Bs50/night ($7/£5). By now I was just grateful to get the rucksack off. And relax!
As I suspect in common with most hostels/hotels, you will be a sold a tour to the vineyards (approximately Bs100 [$15/£9]). But two blocks from Gran Londres a ‘taxi’ service frequently runs through out the day to the Valle Concepción (wine territory). It costs Bs6 ($0.80/£0.55) one way but you will need to wait for the taxi to fill up (I did it twice and didn’t wait for more than 10mins). The journey takes around 45 minutes and the landscape along the way is at times breath taking.
Grapes. You get dropped off in the centre of the town which is a mix of colonial style buildings and more modern (pretty terrible) structures. A pleasant main square greets you. A short walk from here is the village’s football field and a Christ with his arms spread. But it looks like he’s been thrown on top of large decaying tree trunk. Then, as far as the eye can see, the village is surrounded by vines.
There seems to be a couple of wineries in the village. However, everyone talks about ‘Casa Vieja’. So I went in. You have a choice of three types (sweet, semi sweet and dry) in red or white. I thought I’d go middle of the road and ordered the semi. Basically it tasted like someone had added some coloured alcohol to a bag of sugar. Sweet, very.
The other problem is that they serve it by the jug (Bs25 [$3.60/£2.30]). Great if you are in a group, not so much fun if you are a lone traveller, like me. So by two in the afternoon I was absolutely drunk! Cheers.
To catch a taxi back head to the main square (a pleasant 7min walk from Casa Viaja [turn right outside the front door and head straight]). But a lesson to remember is there is no sense of queueing here. So you see a taxi, get in it!
Signing off with love from South America