The four of us bit the bullet and opted for the four day tour of the Salar de Uyuni, the world´s largest salt flat. At eight in the morning, we met outside the hostel groggy yet enthusiastic to watch our guides Margarita and Lazaro load up our 1984 Silver Toyota Land Cruiser 4x4 that would be our mothership for the next four days. Even at 3000 km high and so early in the morning, the sun is pulsing down on us. We pack in, Lazaro turns over the engine and the Crusier roars to life as we head south east out of town. We turn off the road just outside of town and drive into the dry river bed of the Rio Palala where cathedral pillars of sandstone and dust tower out of the rugged landscape like jagged scales of the earth. They are reptile-like and an instant reminder that this place will be unlike any I have ever journeyed across.
Already I can taste the dust.
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