Uyuni
Trip Start
Sep 28, 2009
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Trip End
Sep 09, 2010
Where I stayed
Tgis was the first Bolivian town we visited. At the end of the Salar trip we went to lunch with the gang. It initially looked disasterous as they had no beer. JB almost walked out in protest! However the nice owner sent his kids out to stock us up.
This is a dusty little town which has a surprising number of basic but decent eateries. Bolivia all over! We took a walk with Dominik, Rahel and Andy to the train graveyard. This is one of the few places of interest listed in each of our various guidebooks! We almost died twice as a result of visiting here - a Bolivian army training exercise was shooting in our direction! After much waving of the hands we decided it was best to take the long way round! On route hom Dominik shouted that there was a train on thenarow track we were walking along. 2 people whizzed passed on a teeny train that looked a bit like Thomas the Tank Engine!
After numerous cold nights we opted to stay in the swishes hotel in town. It was amazing, hot showers and cable tv!
We caught our highest altitude train headed to the Argentinian border. We opted luxury sleeper, no better than the Ediburgh to Glasgow train, but maybe 20 years older. It had an antique CRT telly showing Mr Bean.
This is a dusty little town which has a surprising number of basic but decent eateries. Bolivia all over! We took a walk with Dominik, Rahel and Andy to the train graveyard. This is one of the few places of interest listed in each of our various guidebooks! We almost died twice as a result of visiting here - a Bolivian army training exercise was shooting in our direction! After much waving of the hands we decided it was best to take the long way round! On route hom Dominik shouted that there was a train on thenarow track we were walking along. 2 people whizzed passed on a teeny train that looked a bit like Thomas the Tank Engine!
After numerous cold nights we opted to stay in the swishes hotel in town. It was amazing, hot showers and cable tv!
We caught our highest altitude train headed to the Argentinian border. We opted luxury sleeper, no better than the Ediburgh to Glasgow train, but maybe 20 years older. It had an antique CRT telly showing Mr Bean.


