27.01.2007 - 29.01.2007
Salt. Lots of it. Blinding white. On the endless plains that stretch out towards the horizon. In your pants. Built up to make the beds, walls, and roof of the accomodation for the night. Everywhere. This is the Salar de Uyuni, one of South America´s supposed greatest trips. You will not find a different opinion from me.
The trip actually spans 3 days travelling in a 4x4. Sometimes, when lucky, riding on the roof. It wasn´t all salt flats either. I´ve seen enough flamingoes and lagoons for the next few months. Cacti, llamas, and 4:30am wakeups too. Still, the landscapes and the moments travel with me many days later and likely for years to come. Incomparable. Bliss. Fortune.
This would also be the last time the 6 of us traveled together. For reasons indescribable, and for me often incomprehendible, it had to be. So Andrew and Kitty are gone. Soon the other 3 will be too. It sucks, plain and simple. But in a sea of salt, tracks of dust, multicoloured lagunas, and the worst hotel bathroom ever, the ghosts of an incredibly fitting end hang on.