We arrived in Tucumán to discover that there was an academic conference going on and all the hotels/hostels/etc were completely booked beginning the following day. We got the last room available for the night at the first hostel we saw, then went out in search of somewhere to stay for a couple days. After wandering around for over 3 hours, we finally found a crappy little hotel next to one that was listed in the guidebook. It was by far the worse place I´ve stayed, but at least we didn´t have to think about where to go immediately in the morning.
By now we were cranky and tired, but managed to eat some pizza and beer and feel better enough to take some photos in the Central Plaza.
It looks better at night.
Unlike most Central Plazas whose centerpiece is a man on a horse, this one had a woman. Of course, she´s fictional--Independence.
Another yellow Cathedral.
The first microbrew I´ve seen on my travels. It tasted awful, with the weird flavor of most Argentine coffees you buy in the supermarket.
If you´re not old enough to remember to flush on your own, you probably shouldn´t be traveling.
The next day, we wandered around the city a bit more and went to the park.
Broken-armed statue.
Homage to the Grandfather.
The city streets and especially peatonals were full of orange trees.
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Do people eat the oranges? Are t here open markets here? Missing picture of you. Take care
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