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One of the smarter decisions I’ve made on this trip (Uyuni 18,509 miles)

Wednesday, January 27th, 2010

A fair chunk of the 130 miles from Potosi to Uyuni was spent pondering whether I should try and cross the Uyuni salt flats on my motorbike or take a group tour in a 4×4. I knew that people did cross them on bicycles and motorbikes. I just didn’t know how or whether they did it during wet season. The clincher was finding out that the flats are 4,600 square miles of salty wilderness (with no petrol stations). With a 22o mile fuel capacity and my mixed previous navigation record I felt the chances of me coming out the other side were slim. So with my tail between my legs I opted for the 3 day tour by Toyota Land Cruiser.

And thank God I chickened out. For starters, the 15 mile road to the entrance was one long mud-slick. Once inside, the recent rain had transformed the flats into a 4,600 square mile, 2-10cm deep salty puddle. Another factor I hadn’t considered until I saw drivers tying protective sheets under the engines of the 4x4s was that we were in probably the most corrosive environment in the world for cars and motorbikes. Even if I hadn’t slid off in the enormous puddle, got lost or run out of fuel I doubt I would have had much of a bike left by the end. What was I thinking even considering it! As if to illustrate this point, as I was discussing this with Oscar (our guide/driver) we broke down. Electrical problems, which Oscar fixed before too long.

You’ll see from the photos that the Toyota Land Cruiser is the vehicle of choice. According to Oscar they’ve tried pretty much all the other 4x4s and only the Toyota can cope, and even they only last for about 2 years. He also assured me that only 4x4s come onto the flats in the wet season. So I feel somewhat vindicated.

Ok. Now for the tour itself. 500 mile round trip in a 4×4, covering: salt flats, multicoloured mountains, volcanoes, steaming geysers, thermal baths, strange coloured lakes, odd rock formations and deserts. Whilst all of it is reasonably interesting to look at and some of the driving is fun (and there’s a lot of driving) the only absolutely awe-inspiring part is the salt flats. If you’re pushed for time or money I’d suggest just doing the 1 day salt flats tour. However, I’ve already seen quite a few multicoloured mountains, volcanoes, steaming geysers, thermal baths, strange coloured lakes, odd rock formations and deserts during this trip so I may have been a bit spoilt. Sod it. Do the 3 day tour. The pre-breakfast dip in the thermal baths on the last day is worth it.

salt flats

a large puddle

walking on water

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stone tree

thermal baths bolivia

School in the morning. Help dad in the silver mine in the afternoon (Potosi – 18, 368 miles)

Friday, January 22nd, 2010

I haven’t seen the list of worst jobs in the world but I hope that silver mining in Potosi is up there. It’s definitely one of the worst jobs I’ve witnessed. To give you an idea of how tough/mad these guys are. They only eat before entering the mine. Once inside they sustain themselves by chewing coca leaves, smoking the roughest cigarettes I’ve ever seen and drinking 93% proof alcohol. (I couldn’t comprehend that anyone would choose to drink 93% proof alcohol so I thought they used it to clean something. When I checked with my guide she explained in English that it was for drinking.) They stay down for between 12 hours and 3 days. That’s up to 3 days of hard physical work without eating. If they stay more than a day they sleep down there. Either chiseling and blowing rock away and constructing supports or pushing 1 tonne trolleys of mineral out of the mine all day. The trolleys frequently come of the rails so the miners have to manully lift them back on. In fact everything down there is manual. The deeper into the mine, the hotter it gets. Up to 40 deg C in some places. As you can imagine the incidence of respiritory conditions is high and life expectancy low. What I found more depressing was the presence of 12-14 year olds down there, helping their dad or uncle. The mine is run as a coorperative and everyone is there by choice so I can’t get on my high horse but bloody hell. What a hard life!

I felt a little uncomforatble poncing around with my camera and bag of “conpulsory” gifts for the miners (coca leaves, cigs, alcohol and explosives) whilst these exhausted looking men pushed 1 tonne trolleys past me. However, my guide assured me that they welcome tourists because we boost the income of the mine, by paying to enter, and also give them the gifts I mentioned. She also said that sometimes there are more toursits than miners but I’m not surte that’s true.

Anyway, if you’re in Bolivia (or going to be), go see the mines in Potosi. It helps the miners and if, like me, you’ve had a shletered Western upbringing it’ll open your eyes a little.

Potosi Silver Mine Bolivia

Silver Mine

Potosi mine Bolivia

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Things are better in Bolivia (La Paz – 18, 067 miles)

Wednesday, January 20th, 2010

It seems that all I needed to shake off my dulldrums was a couple of days in La Paz. It’s a sprawling mass of chaos. People and street vendors spill off the pavements into the roads. This doesn’t matter though because the roads are gridlocked with taxi collectivos (mini-vans). Drivers tooting furiously whilst their conductors shout destinations from open doors. Sounds awful but it’s strangely appealing. The art galleries are excellent and the only museum I visited (The Coca Museum) was pretty good too. But above all there’s an abundance of very tasty (and cheap) food.

  • Chorizo sausage sandwiches for 40p (with 5 sausages in each)
  • Cakes and pastries for 5p each
  • 1/2kg of freshly baked, assorted biscuits for 80p (yes I did eat 1/2kg!)
  • Chicken, chips, rice and salad for 90p
  • Two course meal for 90p.

For someone whose moods and general well-being are governed by their stomach it’s heaven.

Driving in La Paz is worse than in Mexico City. At least in Mexico City I felt there was some semblance of consensus and although drivers did staggeringly dangerous things others expected and accounted for it. Here it’s a free for all. I was inadvertently saved from a possibly journey ending collision today by 2 very impatient collectivo drivers. They had sandwiched me in on either side at some traffic lights. When the lights turned green I waited maybe a second or two to see if they would close my gap even further and before I knew it I heard the crunching of metal as they broadsided another collectivo that had jumped the red light from the right. If I’d been out of the blocks first I would have been the new paintwork on the front of that collectivo. Interesting how things work out eh.

La Paz Bolivia

 

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