The second day of our journey from San Pedro to Uyuni began with another 6:15 wake-up call and the arrival of our new driver Leonardo and his very flashy Landcruiser, which he had christened “Bronco”. We set off at higher speeds but without any cause for alarm. There was more distance to cover and more stops to enjoy views over lakes, volcanoes and deserts. My favourite stop was at the Arbol de Piedra – the tree of stone. Although that is the structure featured on the most postcards, there were many large rocky outcrops in the immediate vicinity and soon they had tourists clambering all over them.
It was funny taking the four wheel drive tour. We had thought of it as a bold step crossing the deserts and mountains where busses fear to roll. In reality we found ourselves part of a loose migration of 24 four-wheel-drives from various tour operators touting similar routes between San Pedro and Uyuni. It was pleasant to meet up with some of the same people from place to place. we were very much aware that the wild and forbidding reaches of the Bolivian high plains had been tamed. It wasn’t such a bad thing. We met three girls from England: Ash, Rachel and Sophie; and Josh from Holland at every stop and had a lovely time with them over dinner on the first night. 
There was one German family of five who also turned up at most of our stops. Kizzy was amazed that anyone could take this route with children of 10, 7 and 1 years old. But these were relaxed parents. The scout leader in me was somewhat terrified to see the two eldest boys clambering unsupervised straight up a rock formation 15 metres high. On reflection though I’m not sure I was any different at that age. I remember mum getting into trouble on a school trip when she let me and bunch of my eight-year-old class mates get about the same distance off the ground in the trees at Rippon Lea. The sight of Mrs McColl streaming across the lawns shrieking “get those children down!” still brings a smile to both our faces. 
Our second day on the road had finished with a visit to the Cementerio de Trenes just outside Uyuni. As the regular route via the salt flats was flooded, our three-day trip to Uyuni had become a two-day trip with a one-day excursion tagged onto the end. Day three started with yet another early wake-up call and departure at 5am to see the sun rise over the Salar (the salt flats). In fact we weren’t dealt such a bad hand. No sooner had we stepped outside our front door, than we were blasted with some soft-rock in Spanish by way of a fuzzy PA system on the local church. It turns out they do this every morning in Uyuni. A call to greet the day as it were.
March being the tail end of the wet season the Salar was covered in cloud, obscuring the sunrise. We amused ourselves taking lots of photos playing on the distorted perspectives allowed by the endless flat expanse of white salt. After breakfast, the cloud had burnt-off and we were able to appreciate the beauty of the Salar against the blue skies and brilliant sunlight. 
That evening we went for dinner with Maud and Vincent along with a couple of other Frenchmen and a Chilean/American girl, Cote, who has promised to show us the sights of Boston in August. We set off in search of a local restaurant that came highly recommended. On having no luck in finding the place, we settled for La Casa del Tourista. It turned out to be a great start to an evening that ended with a beer-fuelled session of “Pongo en me equipaje…”.
