Train Cemetery, Uyuni, Bolivia
Despite the desolation, the wildness was rare and beautiful. I was so fascinated by the views that I nearly a,ways had my face pressed against the backseat window of the 4x4, often rapping my forehead against the panes when we hit particularly rough washboards or potholes.
Converted to a playground with yours truly on the swing! Thanks for the wide-angle shot, Will.
Despite the raw beauty, like nothing I have ever seen before, three days in the Altiplano proved to be enough for me and I have three indications why:
1. I miss trees. And plants. Or anything green and living.
2. Water costs a fortune. We have iodine and a steri pen, but they are not equipped for desalinization.
3. My skin cannot stop peeling from the brutal sun (hardly any ozone at altitude), relentless wind, and bone-dry air despite hourly applications of sunscreen, petroleum jelly, long sleeves, hat, sunglasses, and hydration. I feel like a snake shedding my skin, except that it doesn't come off in one clean run like a banana peel.
TRAIN QUOTES
Asi es la vida... (Such is life). Se necesita una mechanica con experiencia... (Needed: a mechanic with experience).
On the bright side, I no longer have daily headaches from the thin air! Hurrah, I have finally produced enough red blood cells to keep from losing brain cells and being stupidly oxygen deprived--oh, but what I hope I didn't forget in the mean time.... I will never know!
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