We mostly crossed Bolivia by bus. After having lost our time by searching a way on asphalted roads, after having been the witnesses of the dangerous bolivian driving, we finally decided to get the Uyuni Salt Flats by local transports. Crowded from the trunk to the roof, running at speed on earth roads, in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere, the motorized mastodon suddenly stopped its way because of the explosion of one of its wheels. We got Salinas de Garci Mendoza, the village at the desert’s gates, at 3 am. Our only solution was to camp for few hours under the kiosk of the village square. And that’s what we did.
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