01.02.2015 - 04.02.2015
Our first impressions of Uyuni had not changed. The town was rather run down, with very little to offer other than 8 pizzerias on one road - hardly a true taste of Bolivian cuisine (although we've been told not to expect much). So we decided to go and see the reason everyone comes here - the world's largest salt flats.
The salt flats themselves were worth the visit and the incredibly bumpy road from Uyuni (still no Tarmac in sight). En route we bumped into the family we had met at the El Tatio Geysers (the aforementioned family in the very cool jeep). It was great to catch up, pose for more photos and hear of their progress.
The outskirts of the flats had flooded. This made for a pretty hairy ride through large puddles - unaware of depth. Eventually we made it to drier land and spent a good couple of hours riding the bikes on the flats. This was made more fun by a number of people videoing us and even a couple of Middle-aged, Paraguayan women asking for photos with us - celeb status in Uyuni secured (even if they may have mistook us for a couple of Dakar Rally stragglers).
Unfortunately, by the time we came to leave the flooding had got worse. With little choice we headed into the water. We got soaked. The bikes and ourselves were equally covered in a thick layer of salt - not helped by Beaky dropping his bike.
Heading back to the town, covered in salt and a little embarrassed, we were both extremely worried about the salt damage to the bikes. It was here that we met our new hero - José. We waved a jeep down to ask where we could wash the bikes. We must have seemed desperate, or he noticed the severity of the salt, as José told us to follow him and lead us to his house. Here he gave both bikes a thorough hosing. A massive relief to both of us and incredibly kind of him.