Only the biggest Salt flats in the entire world!

  12500 square kilometres of salty goodness the Uyuni salt flats is an ocean of salt in the middle of a desert.  It really has to be seen to be beilieved, and when I can finally upload pictures again everyone will be able to see for themselves.

  From Uyuni we took a four day 4×4 trip through the deserts surrounding the town of Uyuni and arrived on the Salt Flats on day 4 (we did the tour in reverse) for some absolutely amazing sights.  Infact, the scenery on the entire trip was awesome. 

  Four days in a jeep is a long time, but you stop a lot and we saw lakes that were green, red, blue, grey and dotted, or more pasted in some instances, with bright pink flamingos.  Mountains and volcanos and these wierd things called ´Geysers´ which are like volcanic pocket openings with boiling mud frothing and bubbling at the openings and steam and atrocious noises hissing from henceforth.  Rocks that were shaped like trees or just bizaar natural desert scenery.  And of course there were a lot of llamas along the way, but then again we were in Boliva so… duh!

    This is all kind of random thoughts running through my head right now, and it was over a week ago now and I am underexaggerating (mum, i know my spelling is bad and I make up words) to say ALOT has happened in that week. BUT…

  The desert is a really funny place.  You get sunburned in about 5 minutes it is so hot during the day, but at night it drops to about -5 degrees.  Boiling hot in the day freezing cold at night.  Our second night we drank this local drink which is supposed to give you body rushes and even hallucinations and all 6 of us set off to hang by a lake and enjoy ourselves.  We ended up walking 13 kilometres through the freezing desert and no one felt anything.  Still a 13 kilometer walk is gooood exercise.

  but seriously… the salt flats.

  Doing the trip in reverse was excellent as it meant we got to do the Salt flats on the last day, and the best was definately saved for last.  As soon as we entered Hernando, our driver, put the pedal to the metal (finally, we spent the 4 days being overtakken by other tour companies) and we flew through the dried up salt lake.  At times I had wished for some french fries just to rub on the ground and then eat the salt was that good. 

      In the middle of the salt flats is Isla del Piscina (Island of the Fish; named so because it is supposed to look like a fish but it doesnt) which is an island completely covered in Cacti.  Bizaar and fascinating we posed for photos in many inapropriate positions and with many cacti and walked to the top where one is rewarded with a panoramic view of the entirety of the salt flats.  Once again, it seriously looks like an ocean of salt; and the weather…. we were blessed.   Relishing the amazing landscape we looked in all four directions and as far as the eye could see was white, white salt.  We hit up a hotel made completely of salt (tho the entrance fee meant we didnt enter) and visited some salt mounds before departing the salt flats (the best bits are always so short), seeing a train graveyard and then heading back into town.

  Our cook for the four days was a right bitch.  Her cooking was atrocious and her taste in music left one with more than just distaste.  Rightly so, our last night in Uyuni we ate like kings at ´One Minute Man Pizza´ (i dont know how he got that name…) and were aboard premier first class (the only tickets they had left) on the train out of Bolivia and into Argentina.

  Amazing because of it natural wonder, Bolivia is a country that has to be seen to be believed.  Rolling landscapes and amazing natural wonders exist in a society that is forced to care more about how to put food on thier table than in preserving what nature has blessed them with.  The people lie and steal and at times one can become easily frustrated with thier primitive understanding of the environment, let alone customer relations.  There are signs of political corruption throughout the countries entirety and at times the amount of beggars becomes depressing.  Still they are a people rich in opinion and in political activity and the coincidental election campaigns occuring during our time there, added an extra flavour to the already spicy dish.  I loved Bolivia as much for its faults and its differences to Australia as I did for the amazing scenery and vibrant soccer games; and not least for the fact you can sleep for $1 and eat dinner for 50c.