After a four hour bus ride and seven hours by train, we finally arrived in Uyuni on Friday evenining only to be greeted by a fiesta in true Bolivian style. There was music, there was dancing, and there was more food and alcohol than one could ever imagine to celebrate the 120th birthday of the city. Little did we know that our hotel room overlooked the party that would last until four in the morning.
So there we lay- bundled up in every article of clothing we brought in attempts to combat the freezing cold (heat is not a standard ammenity in Bolivian hotels). Just as the windows stopped shaking, and we finally thought sleep was possible, the celebration continued outside our quaint hotel room with a marching band as the sun came up.
Saturday morning we were excited to start our adventure to the Salt Flats, an area once covered by ocean with only miles and miles of salt remaining. After making salt angels, climbing salt mountains, and attempting to make "saltmen," we climbed back into our Toyota Land Cruiser to make the drive through the desert back to our hotel (where the party still continuted). Unbeknownst to anyone, including the driver, our off-roading adventure would leave us stuck with a broken down Toyota in the middle of nowhere at the mercy of the only passing vehicle to help us out.
Needless to say, our adventures left us exhausted and yearning for Juana and our Cochabambian condo.
***Note: Andrew was unfortunately detained in Cochabamba all weekend due to domination by the porcelin throne.
Things we learned in Uyuni:
*While the thought of taking a train sounds appealing, stick to the bus.
*Do not trust the guidebooks when it comes to choosing restaurants.
*Though the salt may look like fluffy snow, it is hard and it hurts when you fall on it.
*If the little kid behind you on the bus says he's going to throw up- you should take him seriously.
Stay classy San Diego,
Group 3
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