The Salt Lake, where lack of perspective reigns supreme. It used to be a big lake until a volcano went off and all the water left in somewhat of a hurry, leaving lots of salt. We stayed for one night in a salt hotel which was fun - the whole thing being built out of salt. Was a bit miffed the bar didn´t stock tequila. Didn´t have much of a slug problem mind. It was virtually impossible to grasp sheer scale of the place, the mountains in the background were over 100km away.
Flamingos at 4500m. Bit mad. I thought you only got them in Flamingo Land and Hawaiian themed bars. Don´t believe the rumours.
A red lagoon. Loads of algae course the water to be red, which the Flamingoes eat, amking them pink. Ahh, complicated ecology, my favourite. Doesn´t look too impressive in the photo, but at angles it was red as a post box. It was very cold at this point and as we were walking along next to this staggering setting, absorbing the natural awe of the place, Em stopped and declared "It´s at times like these...." leaving a powerful and dramatic pause, "I wish I´d tucked my t-shirt into my pants." Can´t win the all.


Some Geysers. Naturally, Bolivian health and safety being a tad shody, you could stand right next to them and do what you liked. Our guide, who was a bit crazy, liked to chuck things into the bubbling goo just to infuriate them so you´d get bigger steam and explosions. Lots of fun for all the family! It all looked the more impressive because at this altitude (close to 5000m) water boils at about 70 degress, so extra special effects all round.
I am also pleased to announce another victory for the tour and another left volley. So thats the Bolivians dominated. 4-1 FT.

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