I rested in Sucre for a few days after the hard riding I did with Martin, in the mean time waiting for my friends we met at Machu Picchu, Ben and Maddie. They arrived with one of their friends they met in Mexico. We hung out that evening planning our ride through the Salar and the Laguna route south out of the Salar into Chile. This was a group effort because it is the most brutal, rugged, remote hard core riding in Bolivia. 300 miles of sand, gravel, rocks, water crossings, and washboard. I had absolutely no sense taking an 800+ lb Harley Davidson on that road, but that's me. After beating the bikes to death and ourselves, we all came out the other side alive and elated. That was the worst road we have been on to date and it was fantastic. I would love to ride through there again on the right bike, never again on a Harley. Unfortunately, this was remote and we camped out so I didn't have electricity for several days and of course my camera battery died the last day of riding so you won't get to see some of the magnificent scenery from the Nationl Reserve in southern Bolivia. Picture riding on the moon, or riding on Mars. This was one landscape that everybody should experience. There are many four wheel drive tours that go through here so you wont have to ride a motorcycle. Ok let's get on with the show.
This is Rob, from Melbourne, Australia. He bought this Kawasaki KLR 650 in San Diego
California and rode through the Baja with another Aussie. Then over to Mazatlan, mexico and rode their way to Sourh America They have a website www.twolooseaussies.com. The second Aussie crashed in Quito and is back in Australia. Rob is another fantastic person I've met on this trip as well as Ben and Maddie. We knew this ride was going to be tough and pulled together to get through. Rob is the only one that didn't crash multiple times on this leg of the journey.
We arrived in Uyuni to get ready for our adventure onto the Salar de Uyuni, which is the worlds largest salt flat. This is obviously a railroad town as you can tell by these main street monuments
There is a graveyard of old trains located just outside of town. Of course it was loaded with tourons the day we were there, but to be expected, this circuit is the reason people come to Uyuni.
The Dakar Race is coming to Bolivia for the first time in 2014 . The race is supposed to cross the Salar during rainy season, so it will be flooded with about four inches of water.
After the train graveyard we headed for the salt flat. The road there was just a preview of what we were in for. I hit a sandy section which grabbed my front wheel and crashed me. I was even on the Salar yet and my shifter peg was broke off. I thought I was done already but I didn't give up that easy. It was tough but I shifted using my foot on the linkage arm. We made it onto the salt and headed for this salt block shack.
This island-Incahuasi is where all of the tours stop
My riding friends got the buzz on from the bottles in their saddlebags then we decided to ride into the sunset and raise a little hell. It's flat, wide open and no speed limit. We had a blast.
Next day I had to get my pose on for some photographic memories
On our way off of the Salar we came across this. Don't have a clue what it is or will be but it happens to be salt blocks stacked up.
Away we go. The black mark are from all of the four wheel drive tours taking tourorrists on the salt. It also has a brown tint from all of the dust and sand blowing across. After riding on bad roads all afternoon, crashing in sand or gravel several times we saw the cliffs in the photo below and agreed to see if we could camp there. It turned out to be a meadow with herds of llamas or alpacas roaming around us.
Hiking over to this canyon to check it out, this is what is behind the boulders blocking the entrance.
Since I was sleeping under the stars I saw the most magnificent view of th milky way and night sky ever. There is absolutely no light source to interfere with the darkness. I also woke up with the sunrise and took these pics as it lit up the cliffs.
After breaking camp and not looking forward to our third rigorous day of high altitude, hard riding we headed out.