We decided to choose the Salar de Uyuni over the very tempting 'Worlds most dangerious road' umm difficult choice - But what a decision! Uyuni is basicially at the edge of the world (Yes Christopher Columbus was wrong the world is actually flat) and from here you get in a jeep full of 8 strangers and drive for four full days further away from civilisation to see mainly, and this is the really funny part, SALT! And it was AMAZING! No elaberate description or amount of pictures can do it justice, for as far as you can see blinding white salt with the occasional island, or hotel made surprisingly of salt, with snow capped mountains on the horizon. It's another world. And it doesn't stop there another day of driving and you reach an Oasis full of flamingos, a red lake and a smoking volcano! Our group consisted of two cars. Car one was a far superiour vehical with aircon, romantica music passengered by 2 Aussies: Rayleen and Brad, a Kiwi called Donna, a duo of American ladies: Barbra and Brook, Vic and i, and the english speaking driver Louis! Car two was a very different story: 7 Lads (3 Brits, 2 Yanks and a Canadian) a driver who didn't speak a word of English, Dire Straits and Madonna on loop (for 4 Days!!!) and air conditioning in the form of a broken window! The final day started early. At 5am we rose from our stone dorm beds and set out to the Geiyers. Bubbling mud, not hot as Louis informed us, splattred up and over the crators as we walked round taking sleepy pictures. It was really impressive but stomachs rumbling we headed back to the jeep in the hope of breakfast. Vic followed my exact footsteps when suddenly the path collapsed, and her foot plunged straight into the 'not hot' but 'Boiling' mud! Arrgh! In teers she hopped to a stone and took off her shoe and sock in a instant to avoid burning herself more. Thinking she was upset about the mud on her trousers and not nursing her 2nd dergee burns I rubbed her back and said 'Dont worry mate, it'll wash off'! (always the thoughful type) After a foot in a freezing cold pan of water, iodine, a bandage and a few appologies from me, Vic was fine and thankfully her foot is much better now. Luckerly it was the last day so we we're homeward bound anyway. Car two and 'The Boy's' constintally moaned about their car and the 'so called' problems - then on the very final leg of the trip we joined them for a simple hour ride to Uyuni. Two and a half hours, two break downs and without a word from the driver later, we finally made it and suddenly believed everything they'd said and reallized how lucky we we're to have had such an amazing trip! Not stopping for breath we headed straight out of Uyuni, heading for Tupiza and retracing the final steps of the infamous Buch Cassidy and the Sundance kid. A very warm and packed 10 hour bus ride later we arrived. Tupiza is a small town, gravel roads and a friendly warm atmosphere. Vic and i we're to ride horseback through the 'badlands' just like Buch and Sundance did before the authorities caught them and they came a gusta! With Vic nervous and myself scared and never even been on a horse it was going to be a interesting experiance but they assured us the horses were well trained even for 'beginners'! Great! We set out slowly! Very slowly and for the first couple of hours all went well. Vic had befriended her old horse by asking it personal questions. A method she thought comforted the old guy. I myself had a unspoken relationship with my beast. I was quiet and he didn't throw me off. It worked for both of us. The scerney was fantastic. Cactus after cactus with huge red slates of rock over the whole landscape. Sand tracks, green bushes and endless mountains in the distance suddenly we felt we're in the middle of nowhere and scarly at one with the horse! ...So que the horses to rebel! Firstly they turned down a steep descent. Vic screamed 'No, No, slowly slowly'. Causing me to smile so much that my lip straight split in two! Then down turned to up. Very steep up! The guide went first and my horse followed at a gallop. A gallop where every step was followed by a gust of horse wind! Vic was last but close behind getting a full face of the stinky pumps. Then my horse stopped, at what felt like vertical. Meaning Vic's horse ran straight into the back of it and we we're both stopped stuck, holding on for dear life half way up a hill. 'Vamus, Vamus' shouted the guide at me confusing me with a person who 1 understands spanish and 2 a jockey! 'Kick it' Vic splurted from behind! So a boot to the side and off he went, in two ways. One up the hill another with a whooping fart! It was soo funny! We made it up and then laughed for about half an hour! Toilet humour is still unrivaled! Anyway with Vic and I still in gar gar land giggling at the Horses's misfortunes they took revenge! Just trotting along suddenly Vic's old boy bolted - the guide jumped over and grabbed her rains just in time to stop her - but in doing so my horse was free to run! And run he did! Around the road with the cliff just to the side i gripped round his neck tight. Shhhhhhhhh i called as thats the spansih for Whoaaaaa! But he just got faster and faster. I tried whispering, shouting, reasoning evening tickling! I was a desperate man! And all the time dum horse and i were getting further and further away from Vic and the guide. I gave up hope, shut my eyes and said a prayer and held on tight! ....And then the horse stopped dead! 'Leicester Pigget eat your heart out!' So, add a few Alpackers, beers and brightly coloured pants and thats, Bolivia! Luckerly we left Bolivia after about 3 weeks on the Sunday and on Monday it Closed! Yes Closed! Resturants, Shops, Banks and even the Boarder! Thats the Bolivian way! It ROCKS! x