Salar de Uyuni

After a midnight bus to the border of Bolivia, we arrived in the bolivian town of Villizon. We met two ladies at the bus station who were interested in a tour of Salar de Uyuni from Tupiza. Long story short, we found a company in Tupiza and started our next adventure. We all piled into a toyota 4x4 with a girl from Colombia and a woman from the UK, a concinera (cook) named Lidia and our guia (guide) Seriviano (aka our fearless leader, Mick Jagger meets James Bond) and headed to the wild high desert of southwest Bolivia. Our days were filled with vast open spaces, blue sky, llamas, donkeys, vicuñas, pink flamingos, ghost towns, huge mineral mountains of different shades of orange, red and white, we played soccer with local niñas and slept at 12,000 ft (around 4,000 meters), peed at almost 15,000 feet, slept at a hotel made almost entirely of salt, dodged a blockade, visited white, green and red lagunas (some extremely toxic), saw Chile from the east side, saw a smoldering volcano, ate delicious comida including pancakes for breakfast, recorded music for a french girl named Axhel, and danced as little people in a big world on the salt flats. Que rico! When it was all said and done, we all had a hard time saying goodbye and left with tears in our eyes. It was by far an experience that still seems like a dream. ¡Viva Bolivia!