So here I am in Buenos Aires, but I´ve yet to tell you about the rest of Bolivia, let alone Chile and Argentina so far.
Our second day on our 4WD trek across the salt plains and Atacama desert was very different from our first. Gone was the smooth white sea and we were back onto bumpy roads (my poor right butt cheek - I think I´ve broken my bum. Debbie is determined that there are no bones to break, but I´m not so sure. It´s been over a week now!) There are a number of lagoons filled with various minerals where the flamingos hang out. We got some lovely photos, but I have to tell you: flamingo poo really stinks. Kind of like Rotorua when the wind is blowing the wrong way. We had a nice (quite short) walk alongside one of the lagoons before lunch and then headed into the national park.
Unfortunately the entry fee (included in the tour) had increased from 30 bolivianos to 150 bolivianos on 1 May (apparently to pay to improve the roads which, quite frankly, could do with millions of bolivianos so I think you should all visit. Quite a price hike and our guide didn´t have enough money. I had american dollars but they wouldn´t take those so it Leon had to find someone who would change them for us.
It had snowed recently and the landscape was really pretty. Bits of snow littered the tundra like white plastic bags and was scattered across the mountains like icing sugar. It was quite hard and crunchy and difficult to mold into snowmen (or snow balls) but we did our best. There are some interesting rock formations which we also stopped to see and had another snow fight.
Much of the day was spent in the 4WDs. We had a bit of excitement when we got a flat tire but our driver lived up to his name (Gonzales) and had it changed in the time it took me to peel an orange and we were on our way again.
Our accommodation for the night was freezing. Debbie was sporting a sexy outfit which included nearly everything she had with her including her merino icebreaker dress. She got really cold in the night despite all of the layers, sleeping bag and about six blankets. Someone needs to introduce heaters to these people.
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hee hee merino icebreaker dress? does that mean it's a talking point at cocktail parties? Does it make Debbie the ice queen?
ReplyDeletemake no bones about it - your glutes are basically your biggest muscles. Maybe you've sprained them? Or torn them?
There's definitely a bone in there.
ReplyDeleteGood to hear from you - I was getting a *tiny tad* concerned. ("Aunty I", otherwise known as "worrywort" haha!)