But being asked to get up at 5 in the morning only to discover that the driver was fast asleep as he was trying to recover from his alcohol consumption the night before did not really start the day off well. When he finally got it together he decided to take a quicker way through the desert, only for us to get stuck in 80 cm mud 15 mins into our second day. The men of the group gave up straight away and started swearing; but somehow having someone swear in Irish seems to have the opposite effect and we all just burst out laughing.
Me and the other female of the group took the situation in our own hands as we knew the men would be somewhat useless in solving the situation and the sun was getting warmer... so she headed out in the desert trying to find a car whilst I tried to find wood and stones to plug up the wheels with. When I got back to the car I realized that no, somehow the 4wd was not what it used to be before the car was sold to Bolivian land so we were actually travelling in the sand in a non-4wd. Great. The driver then told me that no, they did not have any rope in the car to use for towing. So I decided we cut off the safety belts to use for towing and by the time we were finished a car had come to our rescue.
When we picked up the somewhat tired german girl on the way from the mudland, she told us that the two cars she had stopped had refused to help. Apparently the area we were stuck in was a no-go area and all guides and drivers knew that. If a driver was stupid enough to try that way then he has to take care of the problem when it occurs himself.
In Bolivia everyone is out for themselves.
The nights were spent eating too small amounts of food for me and the 6"4 german, so we went to bed hungry ready for another competion of Itunes-guess which song/artist in the darkness of our bedroom.
The world´s driest place where Nasa does experiments
A quick change of tyre...
Active volcanoe ( kept my distance)
Salvador Dali country
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