Final Day of Salt Flats tour

A very sound sleep later and we were up at 6 am to see the sun rise over the slat flats very spectacular, too many no doubt poor photos and avoiding cactus spines while still wearing Havianas...

After being able to appreciated this quirky salt built hotel and doing the classic licking the table just out of human curiosity. Roberto thought it would be a fine start to nearly back off the edge of the cliff..haha. We arrived at the first stop along a white horizon and being english we headed balls out straight in to salty shallows. Surreal experience hard salt that looks rather thion but held us, thankfully.

After our legs instantaneously becoming caked in salt and tçfrom that point on everything we owned we headed to the drier central section of the slat flats. Not to sound cheesy but the pix and vids of this bit some up the vast expanse of white eternity, where floating hills and mirrored clouds float peacefully.

This produces what some call a total head f%&k´but pretty amazing one!

We then put into action the tequila plan and the proceeded to bring booze britain to the salt flats. Entertaining and great fun, although the crystals were blood large and hurt enormously, challenge set for UPHC.

After we then headed on into the white abyss, Roberto was put off he wasnt invited to have tequila so subsequently showed us how the Bolivians do it...

To get this exactly right, first find a dodgy 4x4 then proceed at 40 miles an hour, remove your hands from the wheel load up a cap of tequila drop three drops for mother earth and drink it which a churly giggle.

Then through tthe distance we spied land..ok so we were on land but i wouldnt trust it.The island was Isla Incahauris(i beleive). Completely covered in Cacti some 12 metres tall and thousands of years our senior. An impressive sight in the middle of this white landscape. From not seeing a cacti I was in a orchard of Cacti some even older than David...

For the final stretch to the Old school Salt Hotel,but closed due to health and safety(remarkable they have regulations i know!) we then decided why not in the middle of the wet salt flats with pot holes and cracks we should get a flat...oh yes we had it all kids...We are talking inch thick salt on top of water sturdy as..

To say it was a life threatening tyre change would be about right...so some dutch courage namely Juevo blue label we aided in a successful tyre change. Someone had it in for us!All tales for the journal!

We arrived at the slightly eerie but sureene Salt hotel in disrepair surrounded by a montage of flags, still yet to see the Union Jack but like a flash owen had pulled the St George from her  hole and waved her in patriotic style/brits abroad. An image mirrored by ENgland football games...

After driving through piles of salt we were then told that per kilo workers received around 3p...the process was manual and was hard to see the financial benifit especially as the salt is unrefined and even the Bolivians say it is highly unhygenic...fail to see the marketing points..made us feel healthy after inhaling a nose ful!

Back at Uyuni filled with salt, good memories, lucky get aways and some truly fantastic images we set off on the bumpiest bus journey for 11 hours to La Paz...oh and I nearly forgot my guitar...