I concluded my night bus to Uyuni with a nap on the couch of my new hostel having arrived at 4am. Uyuni turned out to be a very small, simple town. Most tourists go straight from the night bus to their tour of the salt flats, choosing not to stay due to the limited offerings of the town itself but I wanted another day of recovery before I started my tour.
I quite liked the town, full of four wheel drives dropping people off and collecting the new tour passengers, overpriced cafes and few souvenir stores. I spent the day in a cafe with reliable wifi, recovering from the bus and attempting to regain my strength, still getting over my cold even having hit the two week mark.
On Wednesday morning I met my group and we were briefed by our guide on the three days to follow before wasting no time as we jumped in the car and began our road trip.
We spent two and a half days creating our own tracks as our driver took us off road, unafraid of the desert landscape and somehow knowing his way around. It all looked the same to me and I marveled at how he was able to use the hidden tracks and use that as his navigation.
The salt flats themselves were incredible, endless white in any direction and as deep as 100m in some areas. We spent an hour taking the necessary perspective photos, coming out with salt stained clothes and far less space on our memory cards than when we started.
After that point the bitter cold wind didn’t cease, forcing our scheduled stops to be shorter as we all jumped in the car earlier than we had to, unable to stand the pain of the cold. Luckily we could see the beauty from within the car, making the occasional long drives between stops more bearable as we admired the endlessly changing landscapes around us. From salt deserts to sandy deserts, random cactus mountains to lagoons containing hundreds of flamingos. It seemed the perfect way to begin the end of my stint in South America, experiencing more of its unbelievable natural beauty.