Tonito Hotel Uyuni

... br><br>We are awoken at 5am the next morning but I´m so cold I don´t think I went to sleep. We head off to some thermal baths which was great and warmed us up a treat...until I asked Al for some money to go to the loo and he said ´why pay you could have done it in the baths!´great!<br><br>We go to the red lake and the geisers, which look like something out of the neverending story...the bubbling lakes with ...

... Tatio which I visited at about 06:00, it was actually a reasonable temperature when we got out.<br><br>That night was the worst accommodation I´ve had so far, though! We were in some unheated building at about 4300m altitude. Using five layers of blankets and thermal underwears, I was able to stay more of less warm, and we all went to bed immediately after dinner because it was too cold for anything else and spend 11 hours in bed before we had to get up for day 2. The worst part of ...

... but we got much more. The sun was out, but with the wind we all quickly forgot our burns from the previous days and wished we had packed warmer clothes in the vehicle. Soon we were entranced by the other worldly views around us. First we entered into a forest of rocks, which upon further inspection proved to be more fossils. All about six to ten feet high and very rough.Next stop lead us to a field of fifteen foot high cliffs that had all been under water at some point and ...

... and the driver said no!<br><br>9) Phil whilst trying to say in spanish that Alex (girlfriend) is good at cooking seafood, he says "She is a smelly homosexual"<br><br>10) German tourists discussing the high altitude destinations of Equador with us over dinner say "so how high do you think we are now?", to which Phil looks out to the sea and says "I dont know, maybe about 6 metres".<br><br>And there are so many more.......

... mine. Which apart from being absudly dangerous, also sounds quite sadistic, going down a deep dark hole to see oppressed workers. Therefore we opt for the less interesting but closer to destination Ururo. <br><br>We arrive 1930 and the town isn´t the most inspirational, we trapse across town for ´the best restaurant in Bolivia´ to surpise, surpise, find it shut. Damn Catholics and their all saints day. Each of the saints get their own ...

... indicating the official start of the protected area with bright flags from dozens of countries standing out majestically against the pure white background. Conspicuously absent, however, was the good old red &amp; white, the Canadian version I mean, because there were at least three red and white Japanese flags and even, against all odds, the shredded remains of half a Welsh flag. Of course, we were only taking Tricky&#8217;s Welshman word for it since the sprightly red ...

... beladen und los ging es. Man konnte sehen der Jeep hat diese Tour durch die Wueste schon 100 mal gemacht. Zuerst ging es in die Saltflats, die groesste Salzwueste der Welt. Wir uebernachteten in einem Hotel, das aus Salz erbaut wurde (sogar die Bar). Die Naechte waren kalt (-5 Grad) aber unsere Schalfsaecke, Thermal Unterhose und viele Decken habe uns warm gehalten. Placibo hat uns immer super leckere Essen auf der Reise gekocht, sein Englisch war ...

... jeep turned up. The two girls we were traveling with turned into 4 random guys, but it didn't matter, we were ready to hit the road. <br> <br> <br>On the first day we drove through the salt flats. A crazy phenomenon of crystallized salt for as far as the eye can see. To make sure we got our salt fix, we even stayed in a hotel built out of salt. It was pretty cool....once we ...