We had to leave Cafayate , to reach our next destiny, Cachi.. the vineyards said good bye, while the milestone remembered us we were driving along the famous route 40, with more than 5000 km length, from south to north...



the river Calchaquí, the one with the name of the bravest primitive owners of the land, appeared suddenly.. how not to shoot it!
the rich colours... the black, deep black mountain... the landscape was changing...
a turn of the road and the Arrows ravine began... as emerging from the ground in thousand and one peaks...

a hard , beautiful road was finishing... a lonely soul, in dust and light, was riding it

We finally arrived at Cafayate, a village among hills , with the sandy soil to produce best wines...
the fresh, pure air and the heart opened people there...


the river accompanied us some part of our driving to a multicoloured ravine, 50 km far from the city
shapes and lines, sunny feeling and beauty....
when we were coming back to Cafayate, the last light designed these figures, in the distance..