For those of you who know my Dad (aka Fasha) he is not the most patient when it comes to tours, or really anything for that matter. A perfect example of this is going to the Louvre in Paris. I think the Tolladay family might hold the world record for least amount of time in the museum. We were sprinting after the Fasha trying to catch up to him and barely catching a glimpse of the Mona Lisa and before we know it we were back on the street eating a baguette. The Michael Tolladay moto for traveling and for many life matters is , “In and out” or “R.T.G” (ready to go). I have prided myself throughout my travels of not having this “in and out” attitude, but of course right when you think you are not like your parents…BOOM! You end up being just like them. The point of this long introduction is to explain to you my time at the Salar de Uyuni. What was a three day trip through the Salar could have easily been cut down to one day for me. Now I will explain.
The first day of the trip started at around 9 am. We ended up not leaving until about an hour and half later, which is very typical of Bolivia. We went to the Salar and had a great time took a few pictures went to a few other sites, watched the sunset and were on our way to our first accommodation. We stayed in a “hotel” made of salt, and yes everything was made of salt. From the beds to the walls…everything! It was actually pretty neat and a worthwhile experience. This is where the trip started to go down hill, two sum up the next two days as simply as possible I will make a short list:
1. Dessert.
2. Lake.
3. 12 hour days in a car!
The real thing that was the most upsetting is that we never went back to the Salt Flats. The time we spent there, the first day, was the only chance we had to go, which was not apparent to any of us on the tour. This was the biggest disappointment because we all didn’t take that many pictures and especially didn’t take that many funny pictures. On top of being disappointed about not being able to take more pictures, it was absolutely freezing! I have never wore so many layers in my life.
Overall I am glad that I went, but I would highly recommend just going for a day or maybe two, but 12 hour days in a car is a bit much for me. I have never been so happy to be back in nice warm Cochabamba.
Adios!
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