Saying goodbye to the great bright white plains of salt, day two began with a bit of a drive through the typical, dusty, bumpy, dirt roads we are accustomed to in Bolivia now. Stopping in San Juan, the last place with civilization and shops for the next two days, for any last minute supplies I got rid of the last of our Bolivian coins. From here it was brazen desert heated by the sun during the day and reaching below freezing at night.
The landscape changed pretty dramatically. For the first hour there was still a light covering of salt on the ground but this soon turned into sand with sparse bracken bushes and looming snow-capped mountains in the horizon. Passing vicunas and llamas we drove for a few hours listening to classic 80's hits in both English and Spanish.
The landscape changed pretty dramatically. For the first hour there was still a light covering of salt on the ground but this soon turned into sand with sparse bracken bushes and looming snow-capped mountains in the horizon. Passing vicunas and llamas we drove for a few hours listening to classic 80's hits in both English and Spanish.