We assembled early doors for the start of our three day trip into Bolivia. Fellow jeep travellers were two scots and a spanish and chilean couple while the other jeep was filled with an rowdy Irish bunch and a slightly creepy older man from Chile too.

After a short ride it was the easy crossing into Bolivia, where we had breakfast on an icy landscape and took a pee behind a burnt-out bus before heading off into the national park.

We stopped to admire three lagoons, with green, white and red water, which were beautiful, although they were mostly covered in ice so the effect was slightly lost on us, but the bright pink flamigoes added some pretty cool colour.Dipped in another 35 degree thermal pool before checking out Salvador Dali landscape, so named becuase of the rocks similarity to those in his paintings before heading to campo for our first night. This was our first sighting of traditional Bolivian dress with the women in the camp in frilly skirts, bowler hats and boasting the longest plaits ever!After the sun went down it got cold, flamin' freezing...It was billed as "the coldest night of your life", so we did a Joey from Friends and put on every piece of clothing we had and filled water bottles with boiling water and crawled into our concrete beds in minus 20 conditions.We were all more than happy to get up for sunrise the next morning.

Day two saw us visit more amazing Lagunas, a strange stone tree and some stinky geysers and bubbling mud pools before a chilly lunch watching the flamingoes fly round. After posing for lots of indie band style pics in the lunar landscape with the volcano spouting green smoke behind us, we stopped at a small village and picked up some wine for the evenings entertainment.

Despite ominous engine noises we arrived at our 'Salt hotel' a bit before dusk and got co-erced into playing footie with the local kids for cans of Coke. Tim, wisely went in goal to start which he found knackering enough, but was forced to change and played for a further 4 mins before turning purple and saying he could taste blood a little bit. Turns out we were still not fully acclimatised to the altitude.Anyway long story short, the kids won on golden goal when it got dark, so it was fizzy drinks all round.The Salt Hotel we stayed in was brand new, only open six days and was really cute, with salt walls, tables, chairs and loose salt on the floor, handy for a sprinkle of the llama and chicken dinner that was served up, but I think Deb went too far when she started licking the bedroon walls. Oh well.Another early night, when the electricity got turned off at 10.30, and that was after we begged for an extension!

Day three, the biggie, onto the Salt Flats themselves.We drove a short way in for sunrise which was amazing, then continued in for a couple more hours to Cactus Island.On this weird island, which was left from when the flats were a massive lake, you get a 360 degrees view of the flats, which are as big as Ireland and look totally surreal, like nothing we've ever seen before.

And if thats not strange enough we discover we missed the Blue Peter team by one day who are filming in Bolivia for one month.We hope to catch up with them yet, but not in a stalker-y way.... Then ever further to the middle, where you can see nothing else but small mountains in the distance.This was our cue to commence taking silly perspective pics, which is a travellers must do when you visit the salt flats, the guides don't even say anything you just know you have to.Actually quite tricky to do well, and no-one quite knows why the can of Pringles is by far and away the most popular prop.Anyway have a look at the pics (and videos, coming soon)!!Headed into Uyuni a fairly uninspiring dusty town, where we treat ourselves to some great "minuteman" pizza, before getting a packed evening bus to Potosi with our new Irish friends, Niall, Mandy, Clare, Sophie and Leisha.