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Express News, 2nd Bandera, Chapter 2: Special

Uyuni, February 17, 2011


Bolivian land arrived at last Wednesday afternoon, after a trip absolutely hellish that lasted about 11 hours, between Calama and the city of Uyuni.

addition to the salt flats (said of vast area contain only sodium chloride) the world's largest, Uyuni not have much to offer so we decided to visit the salt and go well shit as soon as possible.

the Salar is re salty old

The Salar is important not only for its tourist attractions but also because the entire population lives in the extraction, processing, packaging and subsequent marketing of salt. The different families pay a monthly or annual fee to get their own realm of exploitation and can reach 5,000 kg per day package.

we talk about this a lot more lines but it would be stressful for everyone. For more information on this exciting market mechanism please contact www.quecarajomeimportalasal.bol / yocomprocelusal.

As we said at the beginning of this fabulous story blogger, Uyuni is a poky old town rather dead, so the evening of the day we visited the genesis of all salt we embark on a bus that did not meet the minimum technical standard more towards Potosi .



Potosí, February 18

View from the hostel in the city of Poto-yeah!

The arrival in Potosi (which means Qechua positive region) prodújose prowling the first hour of the eighteenth day of the second month of bimilésimo eleventh year of this era.

From the first moment we knew we were in town and not in a poky old town of Uyuni seedy as it was (no offense to any uyuninense). There were some mishaps on the road, mainly due to the parlous state of the routes that connect the various populations of Bolivia. The fascinating skill of our driver allowed us to reach destination safely but too tired for much chatter.

Uyuni had already paid the stay in the city that used to be a source of revenue for the sixteenth-century Spain, and also had paid to visit the cooperative mines operating here. Next slide please.

Village People

Potosinos

The photo does not look, but has high cop the devil.

Potosí mines are the main attraction of the area (for those not laburar within them, course). The entire contingent traveling plunged into the depths of the mountain to see the details and pormayores of this unhealthy activity, except for "I prefer the humidity rather than the height" Campos, who chose to wait patiently at the gates of the mine. Pictured
adjacent
can be seen the figure of Man, escorted by "Sms" Cuesta, "Raccoon" Gonella and "I miss mom's food" Díaz. This sculpture represents one more or one less than the Devil, and he is paying tribute to all miners, offering alcohol, cigarettes and coca leaves. What Crazy, no? There is a deeper explanation of this figure but the amount of coca chewing was like we lost some cognitive abilities.

Today is carnival day in Potosi, but we're too stupid for the height, so we are in the hostel Koala Den (why a koala and no flame, no?), Scratching While the balls. Morning to the city of Sucre to continue this wonderful journey through lands of the altiplano.

Gift, a poster in full color with your idols of the trip!

It looks dark, but no photoshop

to Sucre, where Evo wants.