Altitude Thickness So here I am in Potosi, the highest city in the world! I have coined the phrase Altitude thickness to denote behaviour likely to cause mirth amongst ones peers whilst at altitude - so far i am a big sufferer.

First i need you to get a piece of A4 white paper, stick a colon in the middle, the punctuation kind! - you now have a good map of where I was yesterday. The Bolivia’n salt flats is a spectacle that can only really be appreciated by those present, but I will do my best.



The sothern most dot on your map is our vehicle, a converted German Military transporter, the other dot is our support vehicle should we run in to any trouble (mum, for trouble read flat tyres or engine failure, not Columbian guerilla fighters). As far as we can see around our vehicle is white salt, bar the volcanoes in the distance, we are driving across a sheet of paper.

It the middle we found a hotel made completely of, you guessed it, salt! beds, furniture, chairs, everything except the roof (not made of pepper unfortunately but cactus wood). I was hoping for a model of Abrahams wife in the reception, but no such luck.

We travelled on to the town of Uyuni, the middle of nowhere but I got to take some snaps of the sun setting over a train graveyard - think 30 or 40 rusting steam engines in the middle of the dessert, one of which was reputedly robbed by none other than Butch Cassidy and Sundance, but in true Bolivian style, no one recalls exactly which one.



I need to go now, because at this altitude, hitting these keys and lifting this ice cold Bolivian beer to my lips is leaving me out of breath...

Hasta Luego Chico's
Eric
  ¶ 1:45 pm