July 28, 2012 by Leah
We knew we couldn´t visit Bolivia without doing the infamous Salar de Uyuni tour. We started in Tupiza.
Our day in Tupiza was pretty uneventful, except for the crazy horseback ride we took. Our guide was probably about 13 years old and spoke no English. Actually, he barely spoke at all. No instructions about how to ride, nada. At one point on the trail, he started galloping and our horses followed suit. Hanging on for dear life and yelling “No! No! No! No! No!” Tali and I finally got our horses to stop. Scared out of our minds and completely relieved that we hadn´t fallen to our deaths, I tried to explain to our guide that we did NOT want to gallop. He just looked at me, confused, and said in Spanish: “Why don´t you want to run?” I wiped the look of terror off my face and smiled for the photo below.
The next morning we left for our four-day, three-night tour. Early in the morning, we were herded into a Jeep 4×4 with a French couple, driver, and a cook, and we headed up into the mountains. We were the third Jeep in our caravan. Basically, we were driven all over the place, stopping every half hour or so to look at something and take pictures.
We stayed at tiny outposts in the middle of nowhere that had no heat. We rented sleeping bags for the sub-zero nights. Brrr.
We saw a LOT of things.
Crazy active geysers.
The “Stone Tree.”
We drove through some crazy shit. (My Stratus wouldn´t have lasted 10 minutes on these “roads.”)
We were whalers on the moon.