La Paz and Uyuni – Salt Flats

After a tasty breakfast at La Paz’s finest hotel, we checked out ready for a nice walk. We nipped across the bridge into Miraflores (thats 2 we’ve been to now), walked to the Hernando Siles stadium and found them resurfacing it, walked through the gardens which are also being worked on, up past the University and a quick look at San Pedro Church and prison, before finding Hostal Naira, where we would be staying for 2 weeks.

Hostal Naira

San Pedro Church
San Pedro Church
Hernando Siles Stadium
Hernando Siles Stadium
La Paz
La Paz

Despite its name, its more of a hotel, and the shower was one of the best yet. The only slight concern was the see through door, but after dark this wasn’t an issue. Our room opened up onto a square balcony, overlooking the cafes courtyard.

We wanted to see the salt flats in Uyuni (worlds biggest salt lake), and I had picked out Kanoo Tours as they seemed professional and they also did the flights La Paz to Uyuni return. We found Kanoo and paid around 5,000 bolivianos for a one day tour of the salt flats and return flights (we fancied 1 hour flight over 12 hour bus after the days we´d just had!).
They were pretty helpful, especially as my nose began to bleed heavily and they ushered me to the toilets and made me a coca tea.
We left Kanoo alot poorer, dropped our laundry off at a local lavanderia, then went exploring. We found ourselves in Olivers Tavern, where I indulged in a few coca beers and Gemma had chips with curry sauce. We watched Man City v Liverpool and left to pick up our laundry. We got back to the hotel and endulged in a little nap before going out to see San Francisco church.

San Fran Church
San Fran Church

On the way we saw a clown at work, making passers by laugh and a breakdancing troupe vying for coins. We entered the church and were surprised to find that we had interrupted some late night mass, with a priest at the front preaching loudly in Spanish. We scarpered.
Back to Olivers for some 241 vodkas, and played cards til we got hungry. We found a Mexican place (we love Mexican) and went for it. We both had veggie burritos with salad and beans, I had guacamole on mine. It tasted good, but taste isnt everything, as we would find out. Slightly tipsy and stomachs full, we went to bed.

It was nice to lie in the next morning (August 26th), and as we took a leisurely stroll to the supermarket we found the main road blocked off both ways by protesters, angry about increased wages for miners and not for them.

Roadblock
Roadblock
Both sides!
Both sides!

I was hungry before shopping so we stopped at a Subway where I had a tuna salad ’15cm’ sub. I can confirm that apart from the metric measurements they are identical to all the other Subways. Sigh. Ahh well, it was nice, and we can’t have Bolivian food every day I suppose.
Our shopping was pretty good, we stocked up well for £15. The only complaint I had was soy milk only comes in bags. How you’re supposed to use it more than once is beyond me.

We grabbed a cab back, because the bags were heavy and my toe was killing me. Also, both of us had dicky bellies, and they were getting worse. Just when you thought our ailments were aplenty, my nose starts gushing like Niagara in the back of this cab and the chivalrous Gemma is on hand to whip off her jacket for me to use as tissue.
Shopping unpacked and nose sorted, I went to the internet cafe to update this blog, and Gem had a siesta as she felt worse and worse.
We had a walk around the markets that evening, and bought Gem some warm tights for 40 Bolivianos plus a punnet of strawberries for 5 Bs. Having not yet linked dodgy belly with Mexican place, I returned for a 2nd night and had the tacos this time. We headed back and packed for Uyuni.

We woke at 5.30, ready for a 6am cab to the airport. We were cold and tired, but the pain in our abdomens was the worst.
We got on the smallest plane I’ve ever been on, with 20 seats including both pilots. No air stewardess, not even a door between passengers and pilots. We flew at 21000 feet and it was a bumpy ride, the last thing we needed today.

We were sat at the back, and this was our view...
We were sat at the back, and this was our view…

The tin can landed and we taxi’d into central Uyuni, found our company ‘Al Extremo’ and tried to force down some breakfast.  Bad move.
At 10.45 (15 minutes late), a 4×4 picked us up and I thought what a bonus, there are only 3 other people, we were told there would be 4. We left our bags at the office and headed out towards the white desert.
Our first stop was the salt hotel, built entirely from salt. It was here that I realised my jubilation regarding the seating arrangements was short lived. We were picking another couple up here, and the cramped 4×4 became the ridiculous, nowhere to put your legs 4×4. Couple this with me wanting to be sick and Gemma needing the loo every 5 minutes and it was a bad start to the day. If you had told me then that it was going to get worse I would not have believed you.  More fool me.

Then we headed for the ´train graveyard´, which needs no introduction.

Gemma on a dead train
Gemma on a dead train

Next stop is out in the open, all you can see is white salt for miles around. Cue standard pictures where things that are far away just look tiny…

Endless
Endless
Mound of salt
Mound of salt
No photoshop!
No photoshop!
No photoshop!
No photoshop!

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Selfie
Selfie
Looks brown here!
Looks brown here!

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House in background made of salt
House in background made of salt
Salt pile
Salt pile
Llama road block
Llama road block in one of the villages

Next stop was lunch, and I took one sniff of it and puked everywhere. I now had a gut that was constantly wrenching and a banging headache. All in all, I felt like $#!t and needed bed. Gemma managed a bit of salad, then had 3 trips to the loo, at 5 Bs each time! I asked the guide what time we would get back and he said 6pm. Kanoo had said 5, this guy said 6. Great.

Monument near lunch
Monument near lunch

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Pool of saltwater
Pool of saltwater
Lunch room, made entirely of salt
Lunch room, made entirely of salt

We left the flats and made some stops at nearby villages, each stop far longer than necessary. The most interesting village had a lot of human bones on display, some up to 800 years old.

Human bones
Human bones

Next stop was Fish Island, back on the flats. Its called fish island because of its shape, not because there are any fish. Just cacti from what we could see. 4.30 we got here, with the guide making it very clear that we need to be back in the vehicle by 5.30.

Fish Island
Fish Island

We were back in the vehicle by 4.45 and the other passengers by 5 o clock. It wasn’t until 5.45 that the guide re emerged. Angry was an understatement.
6pm came, and I asked once again what time we would get back. ‘6.40’ he said. Great.

Now he was trying to make up for his own lack of timekeeping and drove like a madman, trapping Gemma’s foot when going over a bump. Ouch.
6.45 came and still not back. By this stage I was ready for violence. Not content with how messed up the day had been, we pulled into the airport and were met with another 4×4, that told us they had mine and Gemma’s bags ready for our flight. I’m not sure how far away our Uyuni based hotel was, but a flight to get there was ridiculous. After yet more empty apologies the new 4×4 drove us to the Amaszonas office, where we were told our flight for the next day had been moved from 9.50 to 7.30. More good news. I gave the woman an earful knowing full well it wouldn’t make a difference, and told her abruptly that her apology didn’t make up for over 2 hours less sleep.
Eventually we make it back to our hotel for the night, Le C’iel D’Uyuni. 385 Bs is pretty steep but I’d heard good things, so we did it. After walking the 5,000 steps up to our room we found no running hot water and a twin room, despite booking a double. The saving grace was the shower head, which was a head/heater so the showers were warm. Of course this meant that the shower head had wires coming out of it, and what better way to ensure their waterproofing than a bit of tape, eh? I risked it and fortunately with a bit of luck didn’t get electrocuted. Gemma didn’t bother.
I pre ordered a cab for 6am and flicked the large SONY tele on, which not only worked a dream and was big enough for your lounge, but also had every channel going. I couldn’t help but think the room would be better with comfy towels and a shower that isn’t a deathtrap instead of FOX News on a cinema screen.

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