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Some of the scenery on the road between Chile and Bolivia |
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Crossing into Bolivia; our 11th country on the world tour. |
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So this is where the Partridge family left their bus |
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In front of the brilliant green Laguna Verde |
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Lisa with our new friends Jackie, Christie and Andrea; American college students studying in Santiago. |
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MK peering into the thousand degree mud. |
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The warm steam from the mud spots was the only heat I got for four days |
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A flamingo over Laguna Colorado |
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The reddish-pink color of the lake comes from a micro-organism of the same color |
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The flamingoes feed off of the micro-organisms and turn pink too |
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The first of 5 stops with engine trouble; this time we overheated but it got much worse. |
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Michael climbed on the rocks to feed a Beschocha, a small hare-like mammal. |
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LK using one of the many "natural" banos (bathrooms). |
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We saw literally thousands of flamingos during our 4 days in Bolivia |
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Taking a lick of a wall at The Salt Hotel, the site of our second night's lodging. Yes, it's really salt. |
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Everything at The Salt Hotel is made of salt; the tables, chairs, walls and floors. Everything. |
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The Fiesta del Sr. de Exaltacion was in full swing that night; the party had started the night before and was to continue until the following night. |
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We all partook in the traditional dancing and pink drinks. Before drinking we had to pour some on the ground for Pacha Mama (Mother Earth). |
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We were supposed to see the sunrise over the Salt Flats but we couldn't locate our drunken guide; we discovered he had enjoyed the party all evening. |
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All of us finally on the stunning Uyuni Salt Flat with aforementioned drunk guide. (Michael and Matt did the driving that day). |
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The Uyuni Salt Flat is the largest and highest in the world |
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We saw a random bicyclist on the desolate flat |
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After the water evaporated the salt outlined the small pools forming these perfet geometric shapes. |
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The salt flat seems unending.... |
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Michael played with a few little kids when we stopped in a tiny salt town |
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We had a typical breakfast of bread, bread & bread at the border crossing before going back to Atacama |
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