The Salt Crops of Bolivia

I´m sitting in an internet cafe in Uyuni, Bolivia, wearing my new Llama gloves, the ones that double as fingerless and mittens and I can´t write a whole blog but just wanted to let you know a few details of the past four days.

Jeep across the southwest - Tupiza to Uyuni.
Starting with the fact I just had my first shower in 5 days. Fact 2: tuesday, wednesdays nights were spent in mud huts, then one in a hut made entirely of salt (yes, I licked it to make sure) no electricity or fire, MINUS 15 DEGREES (okay, jump forward 2 days, I just found out it was in fact MINUS 25 DEGREES!!! I definately deseve a holiday in the Bahamas when i leave South America!)!! Fact three: I´m not a cold weather girl. BUT, the most important thing is this: today I had a breakfast to rival any eggs benedict on Lygon, Brunswick or Smith st. We got up at 4:30am and 2 Bolivians drove us across Salt Crops that stretch further than I could possibly see. Its like hard, cold snow, but its salt. Completely flat and a perfect blue sky, no horizon. They took us to the only thing that breaks it up, i tiny ísland´ almost completely covered in cactus. There we watched the sun rise and ate pancakes with Dulce De Leche on them, cold and so amazing. The strangest place I have ever been.

I also saw Gyesers (sic) (steamy puffs that spew out of hot earth like sulphery steam), Volcanoes, Laguna Verde (a green lake) the awesome mountains that Salvador Dahli painted (the red ones, and they actually look surreal in real life!!), I´ve gotten sick again (short lived this time thankfully) from deep fried Llama and spam and much more bizarre stuff. Bolivia really is nuts, from the first bus ride after crossing the border (which was easy, not like we were told. But really, who brings drugs IN to Bolivia??), its proven to be a most interesting place!!

Will write more asap, but the net here is rather shithouse, no promises when.

Love you all,
Bec.