The Uyuni Salt Flats in Bolivia make you feel like you’re stuck half way between Mars and a Salvadore Dali painting. The landscapes are incredibly dramatic and almost too surreal for the mind to comprehend. To explore this astounding place we jumped in a 4X4 for three days with a group of legends and an extra battery for the camera.
The team and our chariot. Our fearless driver was called Marius.
First stop was the Train Cemetery left over from the British miners of the the late 19th century. Cool and creepy old skeletons of days gone by.
There’s just so much salt!
Ben wants one of these.
All that salt shrivelled Alice down to a pinch…
…so Ben put her in the hat for safe keeping but she kept trying to jump out.
Out of the hat and working it.
Tired of getting his hand stuck in the Pringles can, Ben asked the salt gods to shrink him down for easier access.
What’s up Old Mother Hubbard!
We got miniature Alice to hold the 4X4 in place when the brakes gave way and the world started slipping sideways.
Alice wasn’t happy when Ben ate all the Pringles.
Can’t remember whether Ben was really big or Alice was really small here.
After we stopped eating the Alice in Wonderland biscuits and got back to normal size we jumped back in the wagon and made our way towards our desert home for the night.
Desert Lamas on the outskirts of town. Still don’t know how they’re staying alive out here.
Getting up close and personal with the friendly desert Lamas. They didn’t spit.
Walking through the middle of a remote village in the middle of the desert.
The ghost of Alice’s desert shadow caught up with us.
Spying on the local school kids through a crack in the wall for a photo. But not in a creepy way.
Cool mud brick desert house next door to our salt brick hotel.
Al invites us into the salt hotel for some much needed rest.
Al restrains herself from licking the salt bricks to see if they really are salt.
Salt brick walls holding up salt roof that covers salt table and salt chairs that sit on a salt floor.
Mars in the morning.
Turns out it’s not a mirage after all and we’re actually heading towards our first desert lagoon.
From the distance it looks like the lagoon is loaded with flamingos.
Yep, lots of flamingos. Turns out they love the desert lagoon.
Flamingos are such posers too.
This flamingo really knew how to work the camera.
Flamingo Hotel. Not sure whether a real hotel or a leftover from the set of a Wes Anderson film.
Time to head towards what always seems like nowehere in search of the next lagoon.
Pretty good place to ponder.
Time for proper lagoon exploration.
We’d always wondered why photographers are forever bangin on about the “Golden Hour”. Now we know why.
Up early on the final day to check out the geysers and have a dip in the springs before making the journey back to La Paz.
The Milk Bar looks pretty cool early in the morning.
The sun starts to show its face as we head for the geysers.
Only the removal of gravity could have made this place feel more like another planet.
Al decides to test the gravity situation.
And then there was this natural pool heated by the volcanic layers beneath it. Pretty good treat for a birthday girl.
Ben explores the new world.
Ben finds a spot.
Then he find this little guy – a desert rabbit/possum.
Last stop before we jumped in the 4×4 for the 6 hour drive back to town. Not a bad final memory to scrape in with the last seconds of camera battery left over.