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November 18, 2004

San Pedro de Atacama

After an excrutiating bus ride from Salta to San Pedro, we arrived at a place that looked like it was out of some movie set. Here we were going to start our 3-day trip to Uyuni.

From Salta, Charlie, Andy, Alicia, John, Lou and I took a bus to San Pedro. It was a 12 hour ride through desert and impressive landscapes, but the bus left much to be desired! For one, driving through the desert one would think that air-con would be standard, but no such luck. Also, thinking the seats would be semi-comfortable was a pipe-dream. After a number of hours and some extremely bad roads, we arrived at an Argentinian outpost. Here we had to get the exit stamp before entering Chile. Man, they were ineffiecient! It took over 30 minutes to stamp the bus' passports. By this time, the altitude had increased quite a bit and the breathing was getting difficult, not to mention breathing dust is quite a task.

From there it was another few hours ride till we reached San Pedro. Here we passed through customs and a foot and mouth shoe-cleansing process. Passports were stamped and we went off to find our hostel. Somehow, but probably not surprisingly, they had no record of our booking. But, we managed to get a room and were very pleasantly surprised by the great atmosphere in this strange town. Buildings are no more than 1 storey high and it looks like something out of an Indiana Jones movie. Also, somehow they have water, considering the Atacama desert is the driest place in the world! We found a travel agent that John and Lou had scoped out the previous day and then went to get some supper. Ate at a great restaurant that had food that was really not expected in the middle of the desert. But, be warned, the prices are similar to European prices and far from the cheapness of Argentina.

The next morning it was up early to catch a bus that was to take us to the Bolivian border. Here, all the people had no problem getting through, but somehow due to some bilateral relations, South Africans have to pay US$50 to get a stamp. I didn't have a Bolivian visa (which I apparently needed) and had to get a stamp then and there. Thanks to the South African goverment - once again they seem to have encouraged more countries to make it difficult for us to travel!! Anyway, after that we met our driver - Dionicios (we called him dialysis, it was muchg easier) and our car. A Toyota land cruiuser. Six of us fitted in quite easily and it wasn't bad at all!

For the next installment, see Bolivia.

3 day trip to Uyuni

From the border near San Pedro, we entered the national park and started our 3 day trip to Uyuni.

From the outset the sights were amazing! Dormant volcanoes surrounded us and the landscape could be used for some lunar landing reconstruction!

First up we mad our way to Laguna Blanca and Laguna Verde (white lake and green lake). The colours here were spectacular and it was amazing to see all this water in the middle of the desert. We also got our first glimpse of flamingos, but there were many more to come! Again the surrounding scenery was spectacular - more volcanic peaks and rusty sand as far as the eye could see.

From there we drove through the Salvador Dali desert, apparently named after the likeness of the scenery to his paintings. Again, the landscape was superb. We visited some geysers and again this sight was something new to me and really interesting. While posing for a photo the wind direction changed and I got a huge plume of sulphuric smoke in my face - not the most pleasant of smells! Then we headed towards the Laguna Colorada. This lake is full of netural elements and changes colour regularly. We stayed at a refugio (refuge-type place) near the lake. Were given great food, but unfortunately the nights sleep was not great as the beds were a bit worn and I broke a spring when I sat down! :-) At this lake there were more flamingos and even some llamas grazing near the water's edge.

That was day 1. Day 2 was to have even more exciting sightseeing. We headed to the Siloli desert and approached the Arbol de Piedra (the stone tree). This is a really impressive formation and looks like a tree. First my translation led me to believe it was a petrified forest, but then it turned out to be a spectacular tree-shaped rock. In the distance there was the seven-coloured mountain. Heading towards the Lagunas del Altiplano, we passed a rock formation with the stangest desert rabbits. And, a desert fox waiting in the distance. At the Lagunas del Altiplano, there was flamingos galore. A really impressive sight, but hard to believe that these birds make their home on a salt lake in the middle of the desert! The next exciting installment was a trip to Bolivia's only acitve volcano (which is atucally owned by Chile). Hoping we would see some spewing lava, it was slightly disappointing to see only a small plume of smoke wafting out the top. But, nontheless, the volcano was so huge and colourful it was still impressive.

We then headed to the Salar, the highlight of our trip. The sun was moving west as we arrived arrived at the Hotel de Sal. A hotel made completely of Salt. Here we had the most comfortable rooms and a great dinner laid on for us. Had a really funny show of local Bolivian music by some local kids. It was a good laugh! It was early to bed after a great shower that was charged extra. And, there is only electricity from 7pm to 9pm, so bed was the only option.

That was day 2. Day 3 was hectic. We were up at 4am to make our way to the Isla Lomo Pescado to watch the sun rise over the salar! How spectacular. After almost collapsing after running the hill at this crazy altitude (close on 4000m), I made it to the top in time for the sunrise. This was our first decent view of the salar and again, words cannot describe the enormity of it! It's 12000 square kilometres and to cross it is 200km from one side to the other! We got some great photos and the trickey of vast whiteness makes great photos! We had a great breakfast here prepared by Dialysis and then made our way across the salar driving seemingly towards nothing till we reached another old salt hotel over an hour later. Had a look around, got some refreshments and then made our way to the edge of the salar to where they cooperatively mine the salt. Saw an old Bolivian woman in action and she told us that if she's not tired, on a good day, she can refine and pack 4000 bags of salt! That's amazing!

From there we made our way to the Train Cemetery (old abandoned trains) just outside Uyuni, had another good lunch out the back of the truck and made our way into town to find a place to stay. We said goodbye to Dialysis and checked into a hostel-type place. Had a great pizza for dinner and then got a good nights sleep. However somewhow the altitude and me don't agree and I woke up feeling horrendous, but after an ice-cold shower (water only comes on in the morning), I was feeling better. The others have left to go to Sucre, and I've changed my plans and am heading back towards Salta by train tomorrow night. I was going to go to Potossi to see some silver mines, but after reading the Lonely Planet, I realised that with the mine-shafts being really narrow, and an altitude of over 4000m, and me being not the smallest guy around, it would be best not to get stuck and have to be blasted out! So, another night in this strange place, Uyuni, and then hopefully back to civilisation.

Oh, just some tips for the trip, if anyone's consiferind doing it. Make sure your toiur operator includes water - you need it. If not, buy some in San Pedro. Take toilet paper and some sort of dry soap if you can. You might also need some immodium, or even charcoal tablets (they seem to work quite well). Oh, and sun-tan lotion and lip-ice as well should do the trick, and if you're a Saffa, you may need some cash to cross the border!

More to come about Salta, that needs much more time!

November 13, 2004

Mendoza and Córdoba

From San Martin, we took a bus on a six hour journey to Neuquen - a seemingly dead-end city in central Argentina that looked like something out of central US. From there I made my way to Mendoza and split up with the others who were making their way back to Buenos Aires.

Arrived in Mendoza on the quietest Sunday and checked into an excellent hostel - Damajuana. Excellent staff there, including possibly the most beautiful girl I've ever seen - Julieta. Mendoza is a great city. It's located in the middle of a desert at the foot of the Andes, but somehow through some genius engineering they're turned it into an oasis. It's greener than most cities I've been to and every street is lined by large, canal-irrigated trees.

On Monday it was time for some activity and feeling that I hadn't done enough outdoors so far it was time for some action. We went on an excellent trip to three wine estates. The first was small and exclusive and very interesting, the second was big and the wine was terrible, and the third was really impressive. We met with the owner of the estate and he guided us through an explanantion of what was needed to produce a good wine, also what one should look for from a good bottle. Afterwards we had a great spread of snacks with some excellent cheese!

Tuesday was time for rafting! The river was not very exciting, only level 3 rapids, but apparently that's all we can expect from this time of year before all the snow has melted. Though, being my first time rafting it was still quite worthwhile. Might try the Orange river next.

Then on Wedenesday it as off to ride some horses in the Andes. That was really impressive, but I think my horse gave me the flu! Equestrian flu - I'm sure I've heard of it! :-) It was amazing, 3000m up and riding along sheer cliffs putting my life in the hands of Tuyo (Yours), my trusty steed. He was the biggest of the lot, and was pretty clever, but he had an appettite bigger than mine, and I had a pretty tough time stopping him eating all the time. Afterwards we had a barbecue among the cows, goats, horses and soaring condors! Really good!

The rest of the time was spent relaxing and eating, again going to a Tenedor Libre (all you can eat) on Dad's advice, called Las Tinajas. A really impressive restaurant with food as far as the eye could see! Met some really good people too in the hostel and we might meet up soon again, possible on the Salt flats of Bolivia!