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The Amazing Salar de Uyuni

Lovin' Spoonful!

“What do you think about going to the Salt Flats when we’re in Bolivia,” I ask?

“I don’t know, there’s a lot to see,” says the CEO of Dugla Tours. 

“ Ya, I know, and it is at a pretty high elevation.  Let’s think about it,” says I.

I can’t really remember how we started calling our travels, Dugla Tours.  Maybe because Doug has practically been earning frequent-reader points from Lonely Planet and Rough Guides, or that he has his finger on the pulse of Trip Advisor.  It probably started after seeing something unbelievable, which seems to happen about every hour during our South American tour.  One of us will turn to the other, after witnessing an amazing sight, tasting a delicious dish, or seeing something really bizarre, raise our glasses and say in unison, “Dugla Tours!” 

Here’s how it goes…

Walking across Isla del Sol on Lake Titicaca with views of ancient Incan terraces down to crystal blue water- “Dugla Tours”

Spying petrified llama foetuses hanging in a shop in the Witch’s Market, La Paz- “Dugla Tours”

Eating trucha a la plancha and papas fritas at a little stall on the beach at Copacabana- “Dugla Tours”

You get the idea.

So, to think that we almost didn’t go to Bolivia’s gem, Salar de Uyuni, at about 10,000 square kilometers, the largest salt flats in the world, with mind-blowing scenery, is a bit of a shocker. And the great people we met?  Well, let me tell you about it.

After we finished our volunteering with Up Close Bolivia at the end of November, we boarded a night bus (“aren’t we too old for overnight buses?” we’re thinking) in La Paz for Uyuni, the gateway town to Salar.  The overnight busses in South America can be quite plush and we were on a very grand one, indeed.  “Meal” service, movies, wide reclining seats, blankets and pillows, “wi fi” (this became a joke for us on our travels because “wi fi” is often offered, but unavailable) and a bathroom!  Believe me, this is a big deal, some don’t have them and if they do, they are often locked.  Turns out we really would need a bathroom on this ride!

When we get underway, our steward serves “dinner”- something slightly unrecognizable which we decline- and a very interesting welcome/information sheet!  Nice to know that they offer “oxygen”- we are travelling to almost 4000 metres, afterall- the opportunity to demand a breathalizer test of the driver, if you think he might have been drinking, oh, and that they don’t recommend drinking any water as the last 120 km of the trip is on a very bumpy road and it will be difficult to get to the bathroom!  I turn to Doug- “Dugla Tours.”

After our 12 hour ride, we arrive in downtown Uyuni, a wild-west town, if I have ever seen one- afterall, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid were shot near here- dry as dust, with tumbleweeds rolling down the middle of dirt roads.  I half expected to see Marshall Dillon and Miss Kitty stroll by!

"Downtown" Uyuni

“Downtown” Uyuni

Dragging our suitcases up and down the dirt roads in the already intense sun trying to find our hotel, I feel a mother of an altitude headache coming on. Finally finding the “Tambo Aymara” I crawl into bed and Doug heads out in search of Sorochi pills, the Andean wonder drug (or, placebo, not that I really cared) made from a whack of caffeine and aspirin.  

Sorochi Saviour

Sorochi Saviour

After an email consult with my doctor friend Lorraine back in Canada, who has spent a lot of time at elevation, it turns out all I  really need is some ibuprofen and lots of water- “If it doesn’t get better, you have to go down to a lower elevation, that’s an order!”  

Twelve hours and a fistful of pills later, my head feeling better, I drag myself out of bed, ready to board one of about a hundred jeeps carrying tourists across the flats for two, three or four-day tours.  Our travel companions include one Austrian, three Belgians and one cranky Bolivian- our driver!

First stop on a tour of the Salar is always the train graveyard, just outside of town.  Uyuni was a major trading hub in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, an intersection where trains from Potosi, Chile and Argentina would meet carrying minerals down to the sea.   When the minerals were depleted in the early 1940’s, the British engineered and built trains were left to rust about 3 km out of town.

Train Cemetery

Train Cemetery

After touring the ghost trains and trying to get a decent photo without a head or leg poking out between the rail cars, we set off for the sea of salt. It is hard to describe the beauty of the Salar- a vast expanse of white as far as the eye can see under a deep blue sky- and being a Canadian, all this white kind of messes with your head!    You think you are looking out at a frozen lake, but the temperature is about 30C and if you don’t cover up, you’ll burn to a crisp.  Holy smokes, where are my sunglasses?

Salar de Uyuni.  I'm sure one of our science-nerd friends can tell us about the pentagonal salt-crust patterns!

Salar de Uyuni. I’m sure one of our science-nerd friends can tell us about the pentagonal salt-crust patterns!

 

Collecting the salt for processing.

Collecting the salt for processing.

First, we stop at a monument of world flags.  Who knew a gaggle of flags could look so cool?

Salt Flags Doug and Al

Next stop, the barren, but beautiful Isla del Pescado, home to 1000 year old giant cacti.  So great to see beautifully-dressed Cholitas as we walked to the top of the island. Have I mentioned I have a bit of a Cholita-obsession?  More on that later in another post!

Notoriously shy Cholitas  who graciously posed for a photo!

Notoriously shy Cholitas who graciously allowed me to take a photo!

 

Giant Cacti- Isla del Pescado

Giant Cacti- Isla del Pescado

On a Salar tour, expect to see unbelievable scenery, but I’m telling you now- don’t go for the food!  That is, unless you happen to be sharing your tour with a Michelen Star chef!  As we were digging into our shore lunch on Fish Island- yes, it really has a shore, since the Salar was once an ocean- of cold, dry, fried alpaca steak, a few veg, cold rice and Coke- it just happens to slip that Willem and his wife Shanna run an exclusive restaurant in Belgium.  So, even if the food was beyond bad, we had three days of delicious conversations about food, swapping stories and recipes, as we roared along in our jeep.

Shore lunch at Fish Island. Top marks for presentation, at least!

Shore lunch at Fish Island. Top marks for presentation, at least!

Every trip to the Salar includes taking crazy forced perspective photos, and we didn’t miss out on that…

 

Loco Gringos!

Loco Gringos!

 

 

Lovin' Spoonful!

Lovin’ Spoonful!

 

Man Eater

Man Eater

 

Come on, let me eat the Pringles!!

Come on, let me eat the Pringles!!

 

Prehistorio!

Prehistorio!

And, every tour also includes a night at a salt “hotel.”  As we drive along late in the day, I am imagining something grand like the ice hotels in Sweden, when we pull up to what looks like a low-lying shack.   But, you walk through the door into a room lined with salt tables and stools filled with a multi-national crowd all drinking beer, to Doug’s joy.  And, if you are willing to suspend disbelief just a tad, it actually is kind of cool.   Sleeping in a room made of salt bricks, on a salt bed, on a floor of salt.  Who does that?

Salt "Hotel."

Salt “Hotel.”

 

Salt room...er...cell, at the Salt "Hotel."

Salt cell…er…room, at the Salt “Hotel.”

A most-mediocre Caldo de Gallina at the Salt "Hotel" served by Chef Willem!

A most-mediocre Caldo de Gallina at the Salt “Hotel” served by Chef Willem!

 

Early morning visit to the llama corral at the Salt "Hotel."

Early morning visit to the llama corral at the Salt “Hotel.”

What I didn’t really realize about our trip to the Salar was that it also included two days of travel through some of the most amazing and unusual scenery ever.  Mountains of red, purple and blue, lakes of green, yellow and orange, flamingos in every shade of pink, bubbling geysers and hot pools,  and a moss-like plant that seemed to pour over massive rock formations like liquid green velvet. 

 

Como se dice "Inukshuk?"

Como se dice “Inukshuk?”

Laguna Verde

 

Flamingos on Laguna Colorado

Flamingos on Laguna Colorado

Hoodoos, Bolivia-style!

Hoodoos, Bolivia-style!

Psychedelic Liquid Moss

Psychedelic Liquid Moss

Geezer...I mean, geyser!

Geezer…oops, I mean, geyser!

One of the highlights of the trip, aside from our great travel companions and the scenery, was dropping off Eva, our Austrian travel-mate who was carrying on south, at the Chilean border.  We were sad for her to go, but what a kick seeing the border shack!  You want to talk wild frontier?  There appeared to be only a ditch marking the border, with a couple of tourist vans on either side. I was tempted to jump the ditch, just to say I had been in Chile!

Donde esta la frontera, por favor?

Donde esta la frontera, por favor?

And, just to remind us that you don’t go on a Salar tour for the food, we stopped for our last lunch of the trip.  To be honest, the boiled wieners weren’t bad!

Boiled weiners?  Don't mind if I do!

Boiled weiners? Don’t mind if I do!

Roaring back to Uyuni...

Roaring back to Uyuni…

Arriving back in Uyuni after three days, thousands of kilometres and a dearth of decent food, we were, of course, dying for something good to eat.  So, after saying good-bye to Aurelie, our other Belgian travel companion, who was catching a bus to Potosi, Doug led us to- get this- the BEST wood-fired, quinoa-crusted, alpaca-topped, spicy pizza, this side of the equator!  In fact, the owner/chef had won 100,000 Bolivianos to put towards community projects in a competition the previous year with his mouth-wateringly good creation.  The perfect end to a great trip… “Dugla Tours!”

 

Prize-winning, quinoa-crusted, alpaca-topped, super yummy pizza!  Gracias!

Prize-winning, quinoa-crusted, alpaca-topped, super yummy pizza! Gracias Fernando!

 

 

7 Comments

  1. Spring says

    Wow!! I LOVED reading this! What an adventure. The stories are so great and the photos are amazing! Thanks so much for sharing your trip with us. It looks like you are having a lot of fun (and some great food haha!) Say hi! to the geyser – I mean geezer – I mean Doug. xoxo

  2. Lainey says

    Oh, Al! I love this! Can hear your voice and see your smile! Keep the posts coming… Just added one more to my ‘must read’ blog list!!! Travel safely, you two!

  3. leah duperreault says

    Al & Doug!!!
    I just read your entire blog!! Well done Al!
    I’ll be back in Invermere in the springtime and I’ll be over for some quinoa crust, alpaca pizza. I’m sure you two will have the recipe perfected by then!!
    Lots of love,
    Leah xoxoxo

  4. Hey you two,
    Thanks for the colourful and entertaining post from Bolivian salt land! Love it, and it brings back fond memories of our own trek across the crusty flats. Keep your gazettes of geezers and geysers coming!
    Juri and Sarah

  5. Bonnie Bavin says

    Hola Dugla y Alison!
    Great to see all your adventures. I can hardly wait to try a quinoa crust! Buen viaja – look forward to many stories when you get back…

  6. Fantastic photos and even better stories that keep us smiling. Thanks for sharing the ongoing adventures of Dugla Tours! Love it.
    Safe travels you two.

  7. Sarah says

    So fun to read this. And so glad you did not skip the salt flats! Fun to relieve the memories, and Alison, you really have a talent for blogging! Great work. Buen viaje. Sarah

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