Uyuni
Trip Start
Sep 04, 2008
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Trip End
Jan 11, 2009
(Previous entry has additions if you want to read) ...Due to the rough road the bus had a blow out making us a bit late into Uyuni. Some people like to get off the bus and straight onto a Salt Flats tour, but after 12 hours on that sweaty, noisy bus I fancied a night in a good bed. Sadly I didn't get one in Uyuni! I hadn't booked anywhere and didn't fancy wandering too far in the heat with all my bags, so I took the first room I found at Hotel Avenida. The room had a worse lilt than my flat in Glasgow and the bed was a bit concave. Also I couldn't get in the room until 12 noon. So I wandered to the main square and had some breakfast. In the street I bumped into Rory & Joanna, a couple I met in Copacobana, who recommended a Salt Flats tour company for their honesty and English speaking guide. I waved them off on their tour just before 11am.
Killed time until I get into my room and then had a siesta from noon until 2pm. Ive never been one to shop around; personal recommendation has meant a lot more to me on this trip than assessing everything myself; I booked a tour for the next day with same company as Rory & Joanna.
I'm not sure where the time went after that. I gate-crashed a group sitting outside that had just returned from their tour. They were a nice bunch, some Germans, a Brit and an Aussie. And quite a few Israelis. There are LOADS of Israelis here. Apparently travelling is the thing to do after National Service before they get a job. Generally speaking, they are awful; young, too much money and not enough respect for the locals or the country. We went for dinner at Minute Man (THE best pizza Ive ever had http://bolivia-travel.suite101.com/article.cfm/minuteman_pizza_uyuni_bolivia) but fed up of the Israelis, I ditched them for a table of three older blokes. They turned out to be mining engineers from Australia, then joined by three chaps from the Filipines. It was one of the Filipinos last day in Bolivia before he was transfered to Dubai. They were a great craik.
Home to bed: Tummy back to bad...
Killed time until I get into my room and then had a siesta from noon until 2pm. Ive never been one to shop around; personal recommendation has meant a lot more to me on this trip than assessing everything myself; I booked a tour for the next day with same company as Rory & Joanna.
I'm not sure where the time went after that. I gate-crashed a group sitting outside that had just returned from their tour. They were a nice bunch, some Germans, a Brit and an Aussie. And quite a few Israelis. There are LOADS of Israelis here. Apparently travelling is the thing to do after National Service before they get a job. Generally speaking, they are awful; young, too much money and not enough respect for the locals or the country. We went for dinner at Minute Man (THE best pizza Ive ever had http://bolivia-travel.suite101.com/article.cfm/minuteman_pizza_uyuni_bolivia) but fed up of the Israelis, I ditched them for a table of three older blokes. They turned out to be mining engineers from Australia, then joined by three chaps from the Filipines. It was one of the Filipinos last day in Bolivia before he was transfered to Dubai. They were a great craik.
Home to bed: Tummy back to bad...

